Oh man

So in my dream, there were these things called "wake gators" -- miniature alligators that crawled onto your back, up near the shoulder, while you were asleep, and then just stayed there until later in the day when you accidentally brushed them off and realized that an alligator had been on you all day. (I learned about them when one fell into the sink while I was brushing my teeth.)

There was even a book called Wake Gators: the Hidden Killers, so presumably they could also do... things... other than just staying there.

Of course, since they only came near you while you were asleep, this wasn't scary during the dream because I was "awake" the whole time. But when I actually woke up this morning and realized that I'd just been lying there, asleep and vulnerable, for hours... well, let's just say that I've never reached behind my back to touch my shoulderblades quite so apprehensively.

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I hate to tell you this, but there's one on you right now. No, don't turn around... see, he scuttled to the other side. But he doesn't look like one of the killer ones. I think.


(I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that you dreamt a book title.)


I'd be prouder of dreaming a book title if it wasn't such a hackneyed and terrible one. "The Hidden Killers"? This is my unrestrained creativity?


I dreamt a book title once. Actually, it was a real book, a collection of physics exercises I'd used at school. As was looking at this book, I became aware that I was dreaming. I'd actually be interested in getting a copy of this book, and so I noted the title, woke up, wrote it down, and returned to sleep. When I read back what I had written, it said FactPhysic ThinkSource. (This was not the title of my schoolbook in reality.)

I think you should submit the wake gator dream to Slow Wave, Matt.


I had a dream once in which I was looking at a CD (not a real artist; something presumably fabricated by my subconscious) and I remember reading all of the song titles. And they were real titles, not just weird markings or gibberish or something. If only I could remember them.

Also, I think I've dreamt songs before. Like actual melodies and stuff, original tunes. But there's no way to port these things over into, you know, being awake.

The sad lesson here is that I'm simply a much better musician in my dreams. Big surprise.

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