Here’s what i figure.
In a dream, everything seems to make perfect sence. Either you’re running around looking for a green banana to unlock a door or your driving backwards down the highway because you’re in the wrong lane or (as was the case for me last night) your dog is talking to you because he’s growing up and he’s learned your vocabulary and ohhh isn’t he a good boy (yes, i am, now will you PLEASE get me the good kibbel??)
Here’s my problem. The earth is spinning around really really fast, and that’s why gravity works? What the hell kind of sence does that make?? And WHY is the sky blue? Sure, the what ever effect, but i’ve had dreams where it was an off shade of green and that made pretty good sence too, once explaned to me by my 8 year old father with the extra arm.
What i’m saying here is, basically, what Poe was saying:
“Is all that we see or seem/ but a dream within a dream?”
Except i’m really not feeling very poetic about it at all. I mean, after all, if this really is a dream then i’d best get to the part where that chick who was in my Poli Sci class get naked pretty damn soon.
Most of the things i do here make absolutly no sence, when you think about it, but there always seems to be some kind of rational explination for it. Just like in a dream.
Most of the things that happen here make even less sence then the things i do, but there’s still usually some kind of reason behind it. Just like a dream.
I dunno… Maybe i’m crazy, maybe i’m just wakeing up, or, maybe, i should go find where i hid that rum bottel last night, cause this glass is getting dangeriously empty…
Upham
