I often find my weirdest dreams are short, sharp ones that occur just before I wake up, when I sometimes think I'm semi-conscious.
The other morning I had one about a new health kick that involved drinking your pubic hair!
WTF?!
What was going on in my sub-conscious?!?!??!
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Good grief. I rarely remember anything about my dreams nowadays.
Hi Campbell,
Ah, what were you smoking/snorting before you fell asleep??? OMG! And I thought I had whacked out dreams! That one takes the prize! Please let us know if drinking pubes improves one’s health…
Mmm, wonder what it'd taste like?
And now if you don't mind, I'd like to drink a toast to Miss Litzi and wish her a very happy birthday, but let's drink Tokay and skip the pubes!
G’day Nash,
Thank you for the birthday wishes, though this is one I’d definitely like to ignore. The Tokay sounds lovely. Do you think Campbell will join us, if he isn’t too preoccupied with his strange dreams?
Are you still meeting yourself coming and going??
Miss L.,
Hope you had a good birthday. Sorry I didn't know about it in advance.
Hope things are manageable for you. (I say that rather than being more positive as I gather life has been difficult for you lately).
Thinking of you.
...and welcome back Nash!
Hi Campbell,
Thank you for the birthday wishes! This was the year I definitely wanted to forget/forego, but kind words from a friend are always welcome.
Things are becoming “manageable” (excellent choice of words!) and I’m attempting to become more tolerant of upheaval and confusion. I prefer structure and uniformity and when things become discombobulated, it throws me off-kilter. I’ve started a regimen of taking a walk everyday to calm down and focus on the here-and-now as opposed to that nebulous “what if?”
Have you had any more bazaar dreams recently?? :)
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