Last night, or this morning, I had a dream that included my eye, red and swollen and goopie, and sort of floppy. It was so swollen, the bottom lid was almost pulled away from my eye and I could blow air out of my tear duct. The dream also included joining a bowling league. I got 239! After bowling, I got in a very rusty, rotten ship and being driven through town in this ship, way to fast, and wondering what was the cause of locomotion. Trying to imaging wheels on the boat. The wood that the boat was made out of was rotten and brittle, I knew the way this person was driving, we were going to crash. I told them I had a hard enough time sailing on water, let alone speeding through the crowded city streets on a boat. There were also native americans in the dream in full ceremonial dress. They looked disappointedly at us, like we were tourists.
Who wants to analyze? Anyone?
I was thinking about the Sartre cookbook last night so here it is for your enjoyment.
One more for the day, The Jabberwocky