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(This Page was last revised: September 28, 2001)
I have a dream...
I also have a feeling that I'm not the first person to use those words. Nonetheless, I do have a dream! A dream that one day, one day soon... But this is neither the place nor the time to talk about that!
Besides, this page is about dreams, not a dream! In addition, since I am trying to keep my twisted inner psyche safely inner
, and since I am trying to keep this site safe for the whole family to visit (apart from a snippet of gratuitous violence, safely flagged as such, in my fiction section,) there will be no mention of hamsters here! [I have no idea what that means, but rest assured that no hamsters were harmed in the making of this motion picture! Motion web-page. Whatever...]
I don't seem to dream much these days. Perhaps more accurately, I never seem to remember the dreams that I'm sure I do have unless I wake up before they end - and since that only seems to happen with the most frightening of nightmares, I feel like all the good dreams are passing me by.
I could talk about some of the nightmares I have had, I guess, but they seem to belong more in the fiction section (safely flagged as gratuitously scary!) than out here. Or perhaps I could talk about those truly frightening times when a nightmare has shocked me awake, but I've been so deeply tired that I have only partially risen out of sleep - and then, for a few minutes, I lie quietly in my bed, knowing that I'm awake but still hoping that the hideous apparition from my dream, floating in the air before my eyes, will please go away, back to my subconscious where it came from...
Nahhh...
Perhaps the best idea for this page is to leave it as it stands, for now. I have no idea where it is going - where I am going with it - and I am just too tired to concentrate on it at the moment. So I'll save this file and upload it, and leave the rest of this page's discourse for another day. Now, 'tis time to, uh, perform my daily ablutions, slip out of my clothes and into my long-johns and trendy lumberjack pyjamas, and go to bed. To sleep.
Perchance to dream...