They reckon that dreaming in a second language is a big milestone. This morning my alarm clock rang at 7:45. I reset it for 8 and went back to sleep, to dream a voice saying with great surprise “Στις οχτώ;” (At eight?), and myself replying “Στις οχτώ.”
Could have just been Olga objecting I suppose.
Possibly the best band name ever to come to me in a dream.
Bonus for the eagle-eyed: I’m not sure if the dream original was singular or plural. I’m also not sure which would be better.
I’ve been reading Gerard Reve’s De Avonden: a classic of Dutch literature and truly fantastic, but deeply depressing. So when I happened upon The Princess Bride at my local 2nd-hand bookstore, I took an evening out to rampage through it, for some light relief. The night after, I finished De Avonden and, having enjoyed the [...]
I dreamed last night that someone stole both wheels off my bicycle.