Tag: dreams
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I dreamed I was at work. I really hate it when that happens. At least this time it was more than a little unusual. This time, the office looked like a mash-up of all the offices I’ve ever worked in, a standard cubicle farm, but surrounded by racks of electronic equipment. Even the people who Read.
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served
The internet police were after me last night. I didn’t sleep very well, and every time I woke up and then fell back into drowsy semi-consciousness I was treated to another variation of some guy in dark glasses making vaguely threatening accusations and serving me with a warrant to seize my computer as evidence. That Read.
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void
I did not dream anything last night. The last thing I remember about last night is turning out the light, rolling onto my stomach and finding just the right angle for my head before I surrendered to unconsciousness. The next thing I remember is hearing the alarm going bleep bleep bleep. There was no in-between, Read.
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plug
It was a warm summer’s day, so I was sitting on the back stoop soaking up the sunshine with a book in one hand and a cool, refreshing drink in the other. Birds sang from the trees. Clouds danced across the skies. A really annoying bug flew into my ear, or that’s what it felt Read.
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premonition
I have this idea that dreams are a premonition of what it’s going to be like when you get old and start to disconnect from reality. A warning, really. You go walking around in public without any pants on, you do things that don’t make any sense but you pretend that it’s perfectly normal and Read.
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swallow
I had a little trouble sleeping when, around three o’clock this morning, various thumps and bumps around the house woke me up and I couldn’t find my way back to The Land of Nod. It happens. I thought briefly about retreating to my basement lair to search the interwebs for some noteworthy drivel to read, Read.
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deboning
I spent all night last night in the dayroom of my Air Force dormitory watching cooking shows on the big-screen television. That’s all I could find on any of the channels: cooking shows. It wasn’t what I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t have anything to read, so cooking shows was Read.
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polish
I didn’t get much sleep last night, wedged in tightly between two cats who were successfully trying to steal every BTU my body managed to generate, so I remember just about every minute of the dream I was having this morning. And, as usual, it was a pretty stupid dream. I was polishing my shoes. Read.
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dogs
I realized the Nazis were coming for us when their dogs emerged from the edge of the woods. There were three of them, bone-thin, long-haired frou-frou dogs, the kind that look like eels on stilts, and they snaked their way towards us with a practiced nonchalance, as if they weren’t the scariest things on earth Read.
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time
My high school marching band had been waiting in the lobby of the airport terminal for hours to get the call to board the flight. We were in the lobby because it was the only place big enough to hold a hundred fifty high school kids. Mister E, our band director, was getting nervous about Read.
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