| waking up |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|06:52 am]
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I dreamed I was driving a moving van across an insufficiently frozen lake. Thanks, subconscious! That was subtle and fabulous! And then I woke up (at 5:30) because someone was singing "Nottingham Ale" boisterously and with great good cheer. As my brain woke up, I realized it was my own subconscious.
Just not fair. The songs in one's head should not be loud enough to wake one up. And if they are, they shouldn't be happy about it. |
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Your subconscious is like my neighbors. Only, you know, happy. And musical. And not next-door (to me, anyway). And internal. So, not very much like my neighbors, is the thing. But unfair! That's the thing: unfair.
Now I have to find my Flash Girls: Play Each Morning Wild Queen CD in the hope that the song will leave me alone.
The songs in one's head should not be loud enough to wake one up.
Once again, relieved I am not to be the only one having this problem.
I'm so glad that this happens to other people. What I need to do, however, is learn how to change the station on my mental radio. The Teletubbies soundtrack is starting to wear a groove...
Wow...my subconscious does that, too. Only the songs it comes up with wake me up not from loudness, but from sheer weirdness.
I wake up, and I think "What the HELL?!" | |
