This is another post about dreams, in case you want to stop reading straight away.
A while ago I had a dream that I asked one of the lab heads in the department for advice on how to pick a lab to work with. He said I should ask them, "What is your policy regarding idiots?" This was perfectly acceptable in the dream, and hilarious when I woke up.
I can only conclude that I have a comedienne buried somewhere deep inside me.
You know how sometimes you wake up in the middle of a dream, and you don't realise whatever it was that you were thinking about was a dream? Yesterday I dreamed that the way to turn off that loud buzzing sound was to stretch out my blue hair tie. The buzzing sound turned out to be my phone ringing, and I stretched out my hair tie in my half-asleep state. The buzzing wouldn't stop and then I realised I was awake. Hate to think of what I'd get up to if I sleep-walked. Like rolling around with a tiger under my bed. Or compulsively pulling out my own teeth.
This leads to my second conclusion - that I am slightly out of touch with reality, but on the plus side have deep well of creativity somewhere in me, as well.
Awesome.
Also, sometimes I want to answer questions and then yell out, "COME AT ME BRO!" but I fear being ostracised.
Peace and love,
S.
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