I’m puzzled by the confusion my dream posts have caused. You really can’t tell the difference between posts in which I am menaced by cotton balls or am being chased by outer-space aliens from the banal squibs describing my everyday life? Are my dreams really so sensibly drab that they appear to be episodes of my boring life? Because to me they seem truly weird and for the most part incomprehensible, but that might be because I slept through them them in the first place. Hint: When I go on and on about coffee, choo-choo trains or the weather, it’s probably not a dream. If I mention a trip I took on the space shuttle, it was probably a dream. Also hint: When the tag at the bottom of the post says “dream,” it’s a dream.

Y’know what I think is really weird about dreams? Most of the time I don’t even remember them unless I wake up in the middle of one, but even then, if I don’t write it down, I forget it. I have to write a note with at least one or two key words almost as soon as I get out of bed or the whole thing’s gone almost immediately. Once I write it down, though, I remember it forever. When I go back and read it I can recall every bit of it as if it happened to me in reality. If I could do that with all my dreams, I’d never have to rent from Bongo Video again!