I have a couple of recurring dreams.
In one, I'm Quasimodo. I'm sweeping the floor of the cathedral and listening to an anachronistic Black Eyed Peas album on an anachronistic iPod. As I sweep, I bounce to the beat and sing, softly, "My hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump."
In another, I'm a track and field official overseeing a large track meet. To inspire the runners, I decide to play the theme song from "Chariots of Fire" over the PA system during the final race. I realize what a mistake it is when all the runners leave the blocks in slow motion except the two from The Saint Levias School for the Deaf, who win handily.
These dreams haunt me. I know they mean something, but I can't break the code.
And what about you? Any recurring dreams, real or fabricated?
Later. Love.
