Dreams and memes

[pjthompson]

Behind cuts for those who don't care for either memes or dreams.



Taken from pbackwriterfeed

Last Book Read: As in finished: Dreams Underfoot by Charles De Lint. As in current: Elisa's Belly by Rae Dawn Carson.

Last Live Music Show Seen: an Irish pub band, I think

Last CD Purchased: The Essential Leonard Cohen

Last Thing Cooked: braised lamb shanks with white beans. (That's what I'm currently cooking for New Year's, albeit passively at the moment. The great thing about it is that it involves throwing a bunch of stuff together than letting it cook for hours.) (If it turns out decent, I'll post the recipe.)

Last New Thing Eaten: Wow. I can't even remember. I graze from a widely diverse menu. The last cuisine I started acquiring was Thai, so many nuah young--absolutely to die for grilled beef with a green chili sauce. But even that's been awhile.

Last Thing Bought: The Genesis and Geometry of the Labyrinth by Patrick Conty (Yeah, I'm still buying books.)

Last Gift Received: a book gift certificate

Last Piece of Clothing Bought or Received as a Gift: Hmmm...socks, I think. From mom. ☺

Last Embarrassing Experience: Sitting in a coffee store and spilling my latte three times down my turtleneck before I discovered the cup had a hole in it. A spilly cup. And three times. Soaked all the way through to my chemise. Three times.

Last Totally New Experience: yin yoga class

Last Foreign Country Visited, if any: England, 2004

Last New Bird Seen (substitute an enthusiasm of your own if not a birder): That would have probably been in my deeply strange dream from last night. In the real world, a tiny, gorgeous hawk at a rescue station, but I can't remember the species (not a birder).

Last Big Achievement: *sigh* Moving.




I dreamed that I was somehow involved in a rare bird market, which was apparently being held in the den of the house I grew up in (which was torn down years ago). I'm not sure if this was an illegal market, but somehow I was there observing and one of the participants handed me two cages with two little birds in it: (1) an extremely long and thin bird, brightly yellow, very nervous, and no more than four inches long, and (2) a little pudgy thing, no more than an inch and a half high with fluffy dun feathers and an almost cartoonish happy look on its little face (and overall, he had a rather cartoonish feel to it, like Disney songbirds). And oh, it sang the most beautiful refrain, over and over, but it didn't get on my nerves. It was soothing and beautiful, like a snatch of song from Mozart. (That last bit may have come from me reading about Mozart's starling which would sing an excerpt from one of his piano concertos.)

I thought it dumb to have two cages for two little birds, so since the cage with the yellow bird was much bigger, I put the pudgy guy in there. It was easy to catch Pudgy and didn't it appear to upset him much. Yellow Bird looked even more nervous. Pudgy still had that absurdly happy look on his face. When I looked in the bottom of the cage, though, there was a dead bird laying on the floor. It looked vaguely like a parakeet, but it was grey, and it distressed me a great deal. Then Pudgy jumped down on the floor of the cage and became quite interested in the dead bird. Singing all the while, he...uh...prodded around the dead bird's tail feathers, so to speak, in a most remarkable way. I had to pick the dead bird up, rather like in the parrot sketch Monty Python used to do, and smack it against the bars to dislodge Pudgy. But Pudgy never stopped singing or looking absurdly happy. Then Dead Bird suddenly came back to life, shook his feathers, and starting happily pecking at seeds. Yellow Bird remained nervous.

All extremely Freudian, I'm sure. Unless you're a Jungian, then--Katie bar the door!

Comments

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't even know what to make of that dream... obviously pudgy doesn't like being interrupted in his work, though!

[pjthompson]

I wouldn't even know what to make of that dream...

I think "colorful" would be the nicest thing you could say.

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

Oh, my gosh. Comparatively, my dream that I was the first woman to play in the majors, having been drafted by the Cubs to be their new pitcher, was pretty tame.

So, has anyone you know been putting their nose up the arse of a dead person recently?

[pjthompson]

having been drafted by the Cubs to be their new pitcher, was pretty tame.

Yeah, but so much fun!

So, has anyone you know been putting their nose up the arse of a dead person recently?

Outside of the intellectual property field...Nah, can't think of any. :-)

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a pretty big "outside."

[pjthompson]

And completely ironic. Although a friend of mine was involved in a "power of attorney" mind field recently. That worked out, but unfortunately the prodding didn't result in any dead birds coming back to life.