I just awoke from a dream in which Björk was clutching the upper half of my body like a monkey and kissing me. I, meanwhile, was walking through the old person's home in which we were working and trying to gather two other souls to go and watch a movie at the theatre with Björk. The funny thing is that it may have been the movie, "The Science of Sleep," which was made by (a guy I used to confuse with) Björk's husband. Sorry buddy.... I can't help my dreams.
Usually I don't share my dreams so openly. As you all know, dreams can be quite disturbing. But I thought this dream was innocuous. And a clear indicator that oregano, which I had on a slice of pizze late last night, truly does contribute to having dreams. So eat oregano and dream away, you starlight fools!
4 comments:
Completely and utterly sober.
i guess its a good thing you did not fill up too much on dinner . . . would not have had room for that oregano! ;)
that's true! Yesterday was my Italian night. It had been a while. Frutti di mare and pizza. Yummy.
that is a shame . . . you really should make Italian culture and food a regular habit . . . i have heard its good for the soul . . .
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