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Nov. 9th, 2008 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
graculusThe past couple of days, I seem to have been on the right sleep pattern to remember what I've dreamed about, which doesn't happen all too often. Friday night's dream was about canoes, so my subconscious was clearly working over the book I'd been reading before I went to sleep, since that involved a canoe race - no racing for me, though, since I was apparently carrying this bright red kayak through various buildings in search of... something.
Last night's was much less obviously prompted, since the first dream I had was that I'd woken up and gone downstairs (realistically enough that when I did wake up I wasn't sure if I had actually done it) and something very odd was going on with my video recorder, in that it had suddenly developed all these lights and buttons I had no idea about.
The second dream featured some kind of sword fight, in which there was one sword that someone should have been using and one that they shouldn't and it all made perfect dream-logic but no sense whatsoever in the real world. I blame that one on a combination of Heroes (why do my fingers always type 'herpes' before they get it right?) and stumbling across the hideously bad Prince Valiant on telly the other afternoon and mocking the fight scenes.
In other news, the sun was shining and the sky was blue when I got up this morning, so now of course it's absolutely pissing down. And I should be writing, so I'm going to go and make coffee then get to it...
Last night's was much less obviously prompted, since the first dream I had was that I'd woken up and gone downstairs (realistically enough that when I did wake up I wasn't sure if I had actually done it) and something very odd was going on with my video recorder, in that it had suddenly developed all these lights and buttons I had no idea about.
The second dream featured some kind of sword fight, in which there was one sword that someone should have been using and one that they shouldn't and it all made perfect dream-logic but no sense whatsoever in the real world. I blame that one on a combination of Heroes (why do my fingers always type 'herpes' before they get it right?) and stumbling across the hideously bad Prince Valiant on telly the other afternoon and mocking the fight scenes.
In other news, the sun was shining and the sky was blue when I got up this morning, so now of course it's absolutely pissing down. And I should be writing, so I'm going to go and make coffee then get to it...
