had them before, even blogged about them before. kind of an all-day malaise that follows certain dreams. not dreamlogging this one. there were extremely wistful passages & names were named. other parts were more entertaining. let’s just say that in the blogalympics in vegas, the part where you have to swim through a pool filled with large bunnies & teeny, tiny, sticky frogs? i’ll kick all your asses.
other, unwritten-about aspects of this dream will be conscious shadows, fading as the day goes, but never entirely. did i mention extremely wistful? it’s going to be a long hangover. maybe i should dreamlog the whole thing, in an attempt to get it out of me? or not..