Remember that Rozerem ad where the diver, the beaver, and Abe Lincoln all tell the sleepless guy that his "dreams miss him." I saw a new ad this morning where the guy goes in to work, and explains his insomnia to his boss. "Tell me about it," she says without sympathy, and she walks past followed by a little blue pony....
This reminded me of a dream I had last night, where I met an unconfident, lost camel on the street. He looked remarkably like Joe Camel, if he'd been painted by El Greco--long and sad, rather like Don Quixote's horse. This camel told me he was trying to find his house, a red house, so I obliged and helped him look for it. At length, after going up and down several streets, I finally found a red house. I pointed it out to him. "Not THAT red house," he said irritably. The ungrateful wretch.
Aren't dreams wonderful?! They keep sleep from being such a total waste of time!
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The things that happen and the places we go in dreams has always intrigued and astounded me. I still remember dreams from my childhood.
A camel and a red house...you really have to wonder, don't you?
Try figuring out that one ;) I don't dream much or at least I don't remember. Good drugs ;)
Reminds me of when I was living in Jordan and lived across the street from the Egyptian Ambassador's residence. Once a Brit friend came round looking for me, but was uncertain of my residence, so he spoke to the security guard standing outside the Ambassador's gates. He said, "I'm looking for an American." And the guard pointed and said, "There! There's an American." And my friend had to respond, "Not just any American." :)
LOL! Not just ANY red house!
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