It would sometimes be Really Interesting to take your own brain, stare deeply into its eyes and ask it "What the F are you actually on?" For example the dream I woke from this morning created a rather strong urge of that sort. Should have taken notes, sadly by now only remember a few fragments compared to the morning, but it definitely included the following:
- a skiing competition down AND uphill I was participating in (holy crap, turns out uphill is a real thing)
- the event had gone on for at least a day and the uphill track was pure ice
- someone actually demonstrating how to ski (? by this point not sure it was skiing anymore) uphill on said ice
- in a rainstorm
- some other sporting event at the same time in the same place with sun shining
- may have had something to do with F1
- after they paused the events for that day a bunch of people trying to find accommodation in the tiny mountain village type thing
- where only two of all the hotels etc were open
- they were also covered in christmas lights, whereas the rest were sort of roped off on dark side alleys
- big, uh, for decency will use the word party on the streets
- that definitely did not have any snow or ice
- walking, sort of being half clung to by T trying to find something to eat (oh, look, an excuse to write some of this nonsense into what I maintain is a food-topic-blog)
- I think she was also pregnant
- or was that me, not sure
- a LOT of drunk people, some of whom I knew (in the dream at least, not sure about real life)
- doing all the things that drunk etc people do
- canvas roofs, more christmas lights over people drinking at standing tables, no chairs
- a person I haven't met in real life for years and, try as I might, cannot rememer the name of, whom I was supposedly in charge of, calling her B, just because
- who was younger than I ever knew her in real life
- and who got absolutely completely wasted and had to be dragged to safety and away from quite a few of the following:
- a bunch of cars parked haphazardly around the streets?plaza?parkinglot? near a police box
- each with a person selling something - yey, finally, food! - from the boot of the car
- from under a rug in it to be precise... guess what - that was not food
- the neighboring parking lot had a bunch of colourful tents, some more lights, burning incense and a LOAD of jewellry on sale, silver eagles with blue stone eyes etc
- except that when we tried to check those out, turned out that the stuff actually on sale was, well... "candies" in all shapes and sizes
- the ones made to look like perfectly shiny pearls were my favourites... sthception for sure
- did a bunch of declining there, trying to move on
- the last stall sold lipsticks... again of the not-make-up kind
- about at that point I noticed that all the car-hood merchants were African- and colour-tent merchants were Native American (oh, way to go stereotyping, you insane brain)
- B had gotten lost in the actually absurdly thin crowd
- then someone licked my neck from behind... leaving a lipstick smudge
- at which the world melted into a rainbow-coloured puddle
And I woke up quite a bit more baffled than Travolta.
Bonus absurd moment: when you're sitting looking up a candy picture to link to the post and Spotify decides to play the song "I want candy" from a pretty much endless playlist on shuffle... Followed by "Batshit crazy".
Cheers,
Hedi
Hedi
