it's been one of those weird days. i initially woke up rather early but then, since it's saturday, went back to sleep. but it was that weird kind of sleep where you have very vivid dreams and awake from them feeling exhausted. i dreamed that i was in a plane and we were landing in way too narrow a space between some really tall buildings and it sheared the wing right off. and then i dreamed something about a cat. and then there was this strange man in a long black waistcoat and a tall back hat, but i don't really remember what he wanted.
and so i got up and made tea to make it all stop.
it felt like it took awhile to come back in touch with this reality. i always have the feeling that i'm living a totally other life over there in my dreams. i even have recurring locations where many things take place (but that's the stuff of another posting).
anyway, i went through my day in this strange, murakamiesque state, slightly out of synch with reality. i spent a lot of time looking for various things...like plastic trash bags and a paintbrush. i kept thinking i saw them, but when i reached the place where i thought i saw them, they weren't there...which i why i think that there have been eddies in the space-time continuum today.
some days are just like that.
