head a splode
Monday, 21 August 2006 01:49 pmI think the irony is that my current three-day headache is, in fact, a result of all the muscle relaxants I took on Friday in order to survive the Shire meeting. Damned codeine knock-on effects, mutter mutter. Either that, or I'm drinking too much. Curse the gin, she mutters. Tonight I shall drink water.
I have realised that a hitherto unregarded factor in my extra-vivid dreams might, of course, simply be the fact that I've been working with fairy tale for the last ten years. All that symbolic wossname has to go somewhere. Last night's dreams were extra trippy, entailing the exploration, as the youngest of three brothers in the approved fairy-tale fashion, of a massive, beautifully preserved, utterly empty medieval castle. I was able to find my way around because I'd carefully kept the hair given to me by the wise old person on the road to the castle: if I held the hair in my hand, it pulled in the right direction. Said brothers had failed to retain the hair, and fistfuls of their own hair didn't work at all. One of those smug dreams, actually.
My doom is calling. Now I have to go and be very coherent about postmodernism to a particularly bright bunch of third-years. I don't see this working well at all.
I have realised that a hitherto unregarded factor in my extra-vivid dreams might, of course, simply be the fact that I've been working with fairy tale for the last ten years. All that symbolic wossname has to go somewhere. Last night's dreams were extra trippy, entailing the exploration, as the youngest of three brothers in the approved fairy-tale fashion, of a massive, beautifully preserved, utterly empty medieval castle. I was able to find my way around because I'd carefully kept the hair given to me by the wise old person on the road to the castle: if I held the hair in my hand, it pulled in the right direction. Said brothers had failed to retain the hair, and fistfuls of their own hair didn't work at all. One of those smug dreams, actually.
My doom is calling. Now I have to go and be very coherent about postmodernism to a particularly bright bunch of third-years. I don't see this working well at all.