Monday, May 24, 2021
Oddly specific dream
I was visiting someone I know in Tasmania and viewing the destruction caused by a typhoon. We were discussing how soil types affected the destruction; I assumed that the soil was clay but the lady corrected me that it was a messy mixed soil.
WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM?
I've never been out of North America, I wasn't thinking about Australia or soil at all. I never think about soil types. Not my department.
The OTR playlist was running an episode of 'Ignorant', which also had nothing at all about Australia or typhoons or soil types, so the subject couldn't have 'leaked' in from that source.
The subject of wind was on my mind. Before bed I was grumbling about this spring, which has been relentlessly convective and breezy, with one major windstorm in January and several half-serious storms. I said a disgusted prayer to the Weather Gods: This is getting tiresome. Enough already. Knock it off.
When a dream is so specific and so far afield, it seems to be worth recording.
Labels: Asked and not worth asking, TMI
¶ 10:29 PM
