Saturday, March 12, 2011
Prosaic dream
Sometimes on the way down to full sleep I'll pass through a superficial bit of dream-scrap, which begins with dull reality and zooms quickly into wild contradiction. The contradiction wakes me, presumably because the conscious logic-detectors aren't fully shut off yet.
This afternoon's dream-scrap was the least wild of all. It began with reading an article in Collectible Automobile magazine about the styling of the 1958 Impala. (In real life I had been reading the same article yesterday.) The article in the dream went along as expected, until the designer started discussing a problem he had with the B-pillar. Logic detector snapped to attention: Hey! The Impala was a hardtop by definition, so it couldn't have a B-pillar! Hey! This is all wrong! Wake up before it gets worse!
How's that for prosaic? Come on, dream mechanism, you can do better! ¶ 4:41 PM
This afternoon's dream-scrap was the least wild of all. It began with reading an article in Collectible Automobile magazine about the styling of the 1958 Impala. (In real life I had been reading the same article yesterday.) The article in the dream went along as expected, until the designer started discussing a problem he had with the B-pillar. Logic detector snapped to attention: Hey! The Impala was a hardtop by definition, so it couldn't have a B-pillar! Hey! This is all wrong! Wake up before it gets worse!
How's that for prosaic? Come on, dream mechanism, you can do better! ¶ 4:41 PM
