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I had this weird dream the other night. Mostly, I don't remember my dreams unless I'm sick, and I'm cool with that. Part of it is because the dreams I do remember are really kind of useless to me.

For example, the other night's dream, I began sick after purchasing and eating bad heroin. Yes, eating. The heroin was rather like decaying grain and I would scoop it up and eat it because it was what I wanted. I woke up in the early hours, feeling like absolute shit, and then proceeded to drift in and out of sleep, dreaming a parade of people who got on my case for buying bad heroin. You should only buy good heroin, Fred Astaire told me. Don't you know the difference between good and bad heroin, Jose Saramago asked me. This is the funniest shit I've ever seen, said one of my friends (who I could never quite recall, and who I thought for a while looked like all my friends, shuffled into one face, and continually shifting in their aspect).

I suspect I'd be alright with remembering dreams like this if they were useful to me, but on the most part, they're just a collection of images that spin round idly and go nowhere. Perhaps one day I'll begin a story or a book with the words, Fred Astaire warned me about bad heroin.




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Sep. 1st, 2009 01:22 pm (UTC)
I hate listening to peoples' dreams, but that is an awesome dream.
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:00 am (UTC)
lol. thanks.
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Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:00 am (UTC)
i've had that teeth dream. do you end up eating your own crumbling teeth?
Sep. 2nd, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
Completely unrelated: you might like this slice of self-justification by Windschuttle hoaxer Katherine Wilson, in Meanjin:


(since I know you're a fan of hoaxes)
Sep. 3rd, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
thanks, man. i hadn't seen that yet.
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