Libre
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I have a hunch that I'm not alone, among avid readers, in that I often have weird, involved, and very intense dreams. I'm fascinated by my dreams. I believe they are a window into the subconcious. Well ok, maybe I'm not the first to mention that - I think a fellow named Sigmond Freud may have come up with that first- but still. Anyway, I often remember my dreams.
This morning I awoke in a pool of sweat. I had dreamed that I had gone to get a haircut. That in itself is not weird or unusual, except at this barber shop, to get a haircut, they first removed your head. I wasn't too alarmed at this, it seemed perfectly ordinary in the dream, but I was somewhat ill-at-ease without my head. After they cut my head off, I was still able to see. They put my head in the sink to wash my hair. I remember quite well the fact that the sink looked a little slimy and dirty to my dismembered head - very up close to the grimy porcelain, and I was a bit skeeved out by that. After they washed my head, they cut my hair. While the barber was clipping, he asked my (headless) body if everything was ok? I said, Yeah, fine, but I would appreciate it if they would - now get this - RECAPITATE me as soon as possible! I actually coined a word in my dream. I was even aware that I was being a little funny (I thought so, and so did the barbers, who laughed uproariously at this comment). Anyway, I liked the new doo and they reattached my head. At that point, I woke up all wet with perspiration. Spritzing, my wife and I call it. When I wake up after one of these weirdo dreams, I'm always spritzing, and she's always there to hear about it - no matter what time of the night or morning it is.
So, there it is. Happily, my head seems firmly attached to my shoulders today - at least, as much as it ordinarily is, which may not be all that firm!
This morning I awoke in a pool of sweat. I had dreamed that I had gone to get a haircut. That in itself is not weird or unusual, except at this barber shop, to get a haircut, they first removed your head. I wasn't too alarmed at this, it seemed perfectly ordinary in the dream, but I was somewhat ill-at-ease without my head. After they cut my head off, I was still able to see. They put my head in the sink to wash my hair. I remember quite well the fact that the sink looked a little slimy and dirty to my dismembered head - very up close to the grimy porcelain, and I was a bit skeeved out by that. After they washed my head, they cut my hair. While the barber was clipping, he asked my (headless) body if everything was ok? I said, Yeah, fine, but I would appreciate it if they would - now get this - RECAPITATE me as soon as possible! I actually coined a word in my dream. I was even aware that I was being a little funny (I thought so, and so did the barbers, who laughed uproariously at this comment). Anyway, I liked the new doo and they reattached my head. At that point, I woke up all wet with perspiration. Spritzing, my wife and I call it. When I wake up after one of these weirdo dreams, I'm always spritzing, and she's always there to hear about it - no matter what time of the night or morning it is.
So, there it is. Happily, my head seems firmly attached to my shoulders today - at least, as much as it ordinarily is, which may not be all that firm!