tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687963.post116023252481502378..comments2023-09-19T07:18:43.566-07:00Comments on mental tesserae: What dreams may comeJulie Q.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737557893649934725noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687963.post-1160517444239334392006-10-10T14:57:00.000-07:002006-10-10T14:57:00.000-07:00Ay, there's the rub!I've asked a lot of people wha...<B>Ay, there's the rub!</B><BR/><BR/>I've asked a lot of people what they dream about, and I think 98% have had the dream where you are in school taking a test and you suddenly realize that not only have you not studied for this test, you've never attended the class! I <I>still</I> have these stupid dreams, and I haven't been in school for 20 years! Argh!<BR/><BR/>Who are the 2% who <I>don't</I> have this dream? Teachers. They have the same nightmare, only they have to <I>give</I> a test, and they forgot to write it. The teacher version is not nearly as gut-clenchingly awful, and the rest of us have no sympathy for you.<BR/><BR/><I>Special note to my wife, who is also a teacher:<BR/>Just kidding, honey!</I><BR/><BR/>I would also like to say that "The Flaming Giraffes" would be an excellent name for a band.LaughingElkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05211504873467408714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687963.post-1160245805878475512006-10-07T11:30:00.000-07:002006-10-07T11:30:00.000-07:00I don't remember very many dreams these days. My ...I don't remember very many dreams these days. My most disturbing one was when I left my yet unborn baby at Granmda's house in Texas and forgot about her. 6 years later I was wondering why no one had reminded me to go back and get her. <BR/><BR/>Hmmmm, maybe that's what all this organizing is about.Larahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12518442124374879454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687963.post-1160245503557800832006-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:002006-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:00My husband and I love interpreting each other's dr...My husband and I love interpreting each other's dreams, we kind of make a joke about it but most of the time there's a lot of reality at the bottom of it.Scribbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03178711182424809035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687963.post-1160245430885147602006-10-07T11:23:00.000-07:002006-10-07T11:23:00.000-07:00I think "flaming giraffes" would make a nice conve...I think "flaming giraffes" would make a nice conversational exclamation. Like, "Flaming giraffes, man! I don't care what your roommate says, diced hot dogs do not belong on pizzas." And when the other person asks, "Whaa...?" I can wave my hand in a dismissive manner and say, "It's a Dali thing" and change the subject.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and - dream-time Google queries? That can't be good. I mean no offense or disrespect; I'm just saying.<BR/><BR/>Still, unless it shows up in your waking-life search history you're probably okay (the Google Dream interface is still in non-public beta).<BR/>:)Bill Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09814379524664994701noreply@blogger.com