Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Strange dreams

I woke up dreaming of geese. Large, gray African geese, the type that can make even a Jehovah's Witness think twice about stepping into a yard. We used to have such geese -- they scared the bejesus out of everyone who had the misfortune of turning their backs on the velociraptors waterfowl. But that was over 30 years ago. . . so why am I dreaming about geese now?


  1. For the same reason, I suspect, that at 59 I still occasionally have the Examination Nightmare.


  2. Because you've recently migrated?

  3. Cuz when you are sleeping your mind is free to play with itself without you trying to control it. And it hasn't got to have any meaning to your awake life.


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