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Jan. 11th, 2009
Last night's dream and other stuff
Jan. 11th, 2009 02:43 pmOne of the side-effects of beta-blockers is vivid dreams. I think this has more to do with affecting your wakefulness rather than making your dreams more vivid. When you are closer to being awake your dreams are more memorable, I think.
Anyway, I was on a flight, which landed, then instead of picking up my luggage immediately I waited a day (have no idea why). I found myself at a bizarre luggage carousel, which featured an airline employee standing on a flat metal plate above the carousel and hopping over any pieces of luggage that came by her. I expected my luggage to arrive first, as I had waited a day, but instead it came last. One piece was OK, but the other one was open and most of its contents were gone. I picked it off the carousel and was looking through the remnants when a mouse came by on the carousel and said, in a high-pitched voice, "Hi there, friend!" I woke up...I guess that even my unconscious mind could not stomach a talking mouse in my dreams and woke me up before anything even more absurd could happen.
Yesterday we went to the White Cube, Hoxton to see an almost totally forgettable exhibit centered around the economic crisis. The most memorable part of it was four pictures showing a Queen of each suit in a pack of cards being washed in a lavabo bowl. These were called "Washing the Queens". Oh well.
Then we took a 55 bus to the Photographers Gallery. It has moved from its split premises near Leicester Square (pronounced "LES-ter" for all you non-UKans) to an un-split premises on Romilley St. near Oxford Circus. The cafe is crowded beyond belief and is next to the shop. Much milling around ensued. There is no lift, and the main gallery is on the second (=USan third) floor. We huffed up and then down the stairs. The exhibit was photos, first of two transvestites gamboling in the dunes, then a woman with a baby. Not horribly interesting to me, but HWMBO liked it. We often disagree about the merits of art in the galleries we visit.
Then to a Coffee Republic down the street for coffee and a snack, and then home. We had leftovers for dinner, and that was our day.
Anyway, I was on a flight, which landed, then instead of picking up my luggage immediately I waited a day (have no idea why). I found myself at a bizarre luggage carousel, which featured an airline employee standing on a flat metal plate above the carousel and hopping over any pieces of luggage that came by her. I expected my luggage to arrive first, as I had waited a day, but instead it came last. One piece was OK, but the other one was open and most of its contents were gone. I picked it off the carousel and was looking through the remnants when a mouse came by on the carousel and said, in a high-pitched voice, "Hi there, friend!" I woke up...I guess that even my unconscious mind could not stomach a talking mouse in my dreams and woke me up before anything even more absurd could happen.
Yesterday we went to the White Cube, Hoxton to see an almost totally forgettable exhibit centered around the economic crisis. The most memorable part of it was four pictures showing a Queen of each suit in a pack of cards being washed in a lavabo bowl. These were called "Washing the Queens". Oh well.
Then we took a 55 bus to the Photographers Gallery. It has moved from its split premises near Leicester Square (pronounced "LES-ter" for all you non-UKans) to an un-split premises on Romilley St. near Oxford Circus. The cafe is crowded beyond belief and is next to the shop. Much milling around ensued. There is no lift, and the main gallery is on the second (=USan third) floor. We huffed up and then down the stairs. The exhibit was photos, first of two transvestites gamboling in the dunes, then a woman with a baby. Not horribly interesting to me, but HWMBO liked it. We often disagree about the merits of art in the galleries we visit.
Then to a Coffee Republic down the street for coffee and a snack, and then home. We had leftovers for dinner, and that was our day.