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In My Dreams … #9

my next house


In my dreams  I dream that all my dreams come true in my dreams.

… then I wake up, realize I’ve slept on my arms again, and think “that was a confusing dream, but at least there wasn’t a bull chasing me“.


note: photo taken in one of the DisneySea sections.

double note: #1  and #2  and #3  and #4  and #5  and #6  and #7  and #8 are still slumbering along.

triple note: It’s only taken me 7 of these entries to notice that when I copy and paste this photo it isn’t centered like the first 2 in the series. I am very unobservant sometimes.
I usually screw up on numbering the “notes to myself” too.

Why am I telling you this?

I just felt like sharing today.


notes to myself #71

None of your brothers or sisters name their kids after you. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

A Digression On Digestion

the stuff that dreams are made of


Sometimes when I eat or drink something new I have vivid dreams.
If I haven’t had something for 10 years or so, I get the same reaction.

There must be some vitateins or protamins that attach their tentacles to the receptacles in my brain.

There are no synaptic gaps in my dreams; I remember them all.

Past food items with this affect have been: black licorice, pickled seaweed, and bamboo shoots.

These things really took me to a different state of unconsciousness.


note: the photo is of toasted Cheez Whiz and tomato sandwiches. When I eat them I only dream about eating more of them! Yum!

double note: drinking coffee doesn’t make me dream at all … I just wish that I could sleep.

triple note: I’m sure if I ate a blue turtle I’d have amazing dreams!



In My Dreams … #3

my next house


In my dreams I don’t know what I look like; I never seem to have a mirror.

Other people are no help at all … they aren’t carrying  mirrors either.


note: photo taken in one of the DisneySea sections.

double note: #1  and #2  are still slumbering along.



In My Dreams …

in my dreams ...


In my dreams a fire alarm is ringing.

 But I know I’m safe because I’m sleeping at the fire station.

So I keep on dreaming.


note: photo taken in one of the DisneySea sections.



Dreams, People, And Other Imaginary Stuff

Hello Kitty Cowboy!


People are like dreams … some you remember and some you forget.

It`s the same for everyone, so it`s not worth losing any sleep over.

Maybe they will reoccur and I’ll remember them next time.


note: one dream woke me up and told me I was snoring; but she turned out to be more of a nightmare really.

double note: I think I’ll remember this “Hello Kitty Cowboy” walking through Tokyo Station for a while. 




I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I do acknowledge that I have them.


Some people say they don’t dream.

I tell them that they just dream that they don’t dream.


This usually confuses them and they change the subject.


Last night I dreamt I was entering a spelling bee and my chances were pretty good.
I’d sized up the competition, and found them lacking.
I was guaranteed to win

and then I woke up!

What a rip off!



note:  I didn’t want to enter that stupid imaginary spelling contest anyway.