So during my “nap” earlier this evening, I got in a semi-interesting dream. I was, besides skiing and composing music using a tall 20 oz. can of Sprite, writing a biography of a classmate of mine who was from Africa. Unfortunately, I spelled her name wrong in every instance, and she took it upon herself to write out her full name for me. Except it was very long, for some reason. She kept writing plausibly African-sounding names one after another, but I should have suspected that she was pulling my leg when she started writing squareds and then sixth powers in the middle of her names (she claimed that they stood for the sound “ne,” but yeah right!!). Oh well ………
Btw, she’s not a person I know in real life. I am simultaneously thankful and sad that I don’t often dream about real people – characters tend to just get made up and then vanish. Thankful because I’ve never had to experience tragedy in my dreams involving my friends, but sad because there are some friends who I’d want to spend more time with, even if it had to be in a dream. I think that I get about a 70-30 ratio between made-up characters and real-life ones, with made-up ones including characters that are pre-existing (eg video game characters) but not actual people.
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