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May 4, 1999: he'll sell your dreams to the picture show

Tuesday

I had a dream last night, but I don't remember it.

It's one of those dreams that has stealthed its way into my brains. I have some memories, but they're not associated with dreams. I'd have thought they came from some earlier time.

Lately I've started trying to pay attention to my dreams and remember them. I used to think I didn't have any interesting dreams, or at least I couldn't remember them when I woke up, but I think I do, I just don't bother writing them down, and I forget that I ever had them soon after.

Now if they're at all interesting, I write them down and submit them to Slow Wave. I'd like to say I only submitted one, and he used it, but I don't claim to be in the best position to judge the interestingness of them, especially because they seem interesting to me as the full-fledged experiences, and I don't know how well my portrayal of them in text turns out.

Last night's dream I don't recall well enough to do that with. I don't even know that I dreamed it. I just have a pocketful of memories that couldn't have come from anywhere but a dream, even though they're not particularly dreamlike. As I recall, there was a guy with a very distinctive voice singing on TV, and then it was the same guy 10 years later, and then 20 years later, as if in a brief retrospective. By the end he was pretty old, and his voice was no longer cool the way it had been before, but he still had a niche for himself. I think I was surprised because he was a famous celebrity for something other than singing, too.

Usually I can tell that something like this is a dream because I can tell the memory lacks the details and context it would need, or because it's simply about something totally unrealistic. And sometimes I can tell it's a dream memory because it's contradicted by facts, like the morning I went into the kitchen and went to get a donut out of the box, and there weren't any donuts after all. Or, in this case, because I don't have a TV. (Or rather, I do, but it's such a big production to arrange to watch anything that I would definitely remember it.)


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