Two Odd Little Dreams
1. At the point of waking this morning, I heard myself snore -- and my dream characters turned and glared at me like librarians scolding a noisy patron, as they vanished.
2. After working all day on an 11th grade literature textbook (teachers' notes on Longfellow poems), I took a nap yesterday afternoon. I dreamed of the exact same page proofs I had been annotating, except that the names were fictionalized. What a lazy unconscious! Waking, I reflected that it might as well have reproduced the pages exactly -- except doing so would have required more work, like finding the exact word instead of settling for an approximation.