I can barely stand the excitement of my return to every day life. Having navigated my way through the first three working days of the year, I'd expected my brain to be ready for a whole new world (don't you dare close your eyes).
Before the holidays, I was speaking with a co-worker about having re-watched Twin Peaks and explained how I felt it was like watching a dream unfold. He told me his sister had loved the show but he could never follow what was going on, a complaint I reserve for describing everyday life.
Last night, I had the strangest dream. In it, I was talking with my co-worker when his sister came by. I remembered what he'd told me about her liking it and as we walked to nowhere in particular, I asked her if she wanted to borrow the dvds. She said yes but I could tell she was fairly uninterested in the offer. I woke up and was immediately struck by how fairly uninterested I was in the dream.
My analysis leads me to the conclusion that after an extended bout of living primarily on chocolates and my rock legend status of Guitar Hero 3, my subconscious is presenting me with a latter day Christmas gift and easing me slowly back into life.
Tonight, in a bid to make no sudden moves, the plan is to dream up a blog post that amuses at least one other person.
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