Peculiar dreams

[unixronin]

Last night was a night for peculiar dreams.  I meant to write these down as soon as I got up, but I'm not sure I can remember them all now.

Let me see, there was one involving being (for some unknown reason) trapped underneath a bus that had maybe eight inches of ground clearance, less around the sides, which appeared to draw its power from the road like a toy slot car, except that instead of a blade sticking down from the bus into a slot in the road, a rail stuck upward from the road and was gripped by shoes under the bus.  The rail was interrupted at stops, forcing the bus to have a separate engine to move it back onto the rail after each stop.  My presence underneath the bus apparently had some incomprehensible connection to hooking up high-speed Internet service for our home.  My ability to get under there was apparently explained by being able to lift the bus several inches with one hand in order to get past protrusions under the bus.  Why I couldn't simply do the same to get out from under it is beyond me.

(No, it doesn't make any sense to me either.)

There were two others, equally surreal, but I find I'm unable to recall them now.  This is possibly a good thing, if the bus dream is anything to go by.

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[cymrullewes.livejournal.com]

You too, huh? Mine were very very good this morning. But I couldn't remember them as I woke so I turned over to try to recapture them. Didn't work. :-p But at least they weren't about architecture. Those are crystal clear and stay that way no matter what.