Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Another reporter dream
This morning's dream was a highly detailed story. I was working for an artsy-craftsy magazine based in San Francisco, doing an "immersion" report on an Alaskan village where isolation had developed a separate culture. The villagers were using leftovers of American technology in ways that functioned without electricity or fuel, like a mix of Amish and Cuban adaptations.
These fine-grained details didn't come from anything I've been reading or thinking. All the villagers had names and personalities; some of them went along with my pretense of participation, some didn't. Even their horses had names!
My previous reporter dream back in April was more puzzling because it was simply not my dream at all. In that one my thoughts belonged to someone like Rod Dreher. In this morning's sequence I was working for a Dreher-ish employer but thinking my own thoughts. ¶ 5:09 AM
These fine-grained details didn't come from anything I've been reading or thinking. All the villagers had names and personalities; some of them went along with my pretense of participation, some didn't. Even their horses had names!
My previous reporter dream back in April was more puzzling because it was simply not my dream at all. In that one my thoughts belonged to someone like Rod Dreher. In this morning's sequence I was working for a Dreher-ish employer but thinking my own thoughts. ¶ 5:09 AM
