Lots of dreams lately, like dream overload, really. They're full of people. I think Cactus Pryor was even in one last night.
One in particular struck me a couple of days ago.
It was nighttime, and the skies were clear. I was standing outside with someone, and I think we were moving with all these people to some destination. I looked up to the sky, towards the south, and the world was spread out before us, projected against the night sky, the stars burning through across the planet's face. Countries and oceans were distorted. Malawi became an empire, dwarfing China.
I explained why everything looked funny and unfamiliar - because the earth is round, when you try to flatten it out, bits stretch and compact, as if it were never really meant to be mapped and reduced to flat sheets of paper.
Last night was a bit odd. I was walking with my girlfriend through a neighborhood, in Dallas, I think, and as we approached a Whataburger, she announced that she was going to "get her karaoke on," which is not something she would ever be inclined to say, to the best of my knowledge, understanding, and hope.
I woke up to her alarm going off. She awoke, as well, and immediately said, "I dreamed I was singing karaoke. I did 'Hallelujah', and kept forgetting the damned lyrics."
Weird.
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