Analyze This

I meant to post an entry about Dreams when the topic was introduced by Dear Lovely Heart but I was busy. So, I’ll do it now.

If I were independently wealthy, I’d sleep my life away because my dreams are so vivid and interesting. I think my dream life is why I can’t get a good night’s sleep. I wake up more exhausted from my nighttime travels than when I hit the pillow in the first place.

Here’s a sample I wrote down in my journal:

I bought two small appliances in a Portuguese grocery store, one a waffle iron and one a Forman Hamburger Grill. I paid US dollars and the man converted the money to Portuguese money.

I originally went in the store for vegetables, particularly, celery root. The Forman Grill cost $10.00. The salesman went upstairs to get the manual. I followed and there were naked men skulking around upstairs. I ran back downstairs. I passed through my house and office.

I had several porn videos I kept trying to watch and couldn’t get the privacy to view. I would turn them on then have to turn them off again when someone knocked on the door.

I helped a truck driver sort his receipts, looking in particular at a fuel receipt.

I helped close windows and blinds in a big hall at work.

Cody got out of the house when the pizza deliveryman came. He had a dog on a leash and Cody walked out when I opened the door to pay. I got him back in through the back door in my office at work.

When I left the Portuguese grocery with my arms full of appliances, I met my daughter outside and we walked home through fields and woods. Along the way we came across dead, decomposing bodies. Three separate bodies, each torn apart, decomposing and face down. The third body was of a pilot. My daughter turned them over and wanted to investigate. I said we’d call the police and we ran away home, away from the bodies. There were two fox roaming the fields we were walking through.

Analyze that.