my picks at the local auction place.
i haven't been to an auction in ages. two reasons: i can't afford it and i've recently purged down to a minimum of stuff around here. but i still like to look. and someday i will see that perfect old rug and i will do some bidding again. i like playing the bidding game. i even had a dream about it last night. me, just sitting there, bidding. at least that's all i recall.
wouldn't it be weird, so weird, to see a recording of a night's dreams? every single one. all the details and full stories you've completely forgotten?? it may be a little too mind-blowing, no?
do you remember i was on a jag of reading about dream theory and recording my dreams some months ago. it seemed especially peculiar that your brain is set up to forget dreams upon waking. within a matter of seconds a dream dissipates. even moving your body, stretching, does something to hasten the forgetting.
what an effing mystery it all is, my friends.