Sunday, August 12, 2007

No other delights, actually

I don't usually remember dreams, but I'm in the codiene zone, so I'll take advantage. Last night as I was falling alseep, I kept having flickering sleep-awake dreams of everything in the house slowly being befouled with Cool Whip. Like at fist there would be a little strand on something, or a blob of it would fly off when you grabbed something, increasing until everything was buried under a foot of it, like you had to drag everything through it leaving messy tracks everywhere. The whole house looked like a a parking lot after a heavy snow, with scumbles and tracks and little buildups of cool-whip everywhere.