Friday, July 11, 2008

Last Night's Dream

I wonder what causes us to have weird dreams.

I remember once as a little kid my family and I went to a Thai restaurant for dinner. That night, I had a very strange dream where I vividly remember seeing a UFO. The next morning, we all kind of decided that it was probably the Thai food because everyone in the family had wacked-out dreams.

So I don't know what my deal was yesterday. Maybe it was because I went pretty much straight from work to improv class last night and, because it rained a lot yesterday and I didn't take an umbrella, I ended up sitting around for a couple of hours in cold, damp clothing. Maybe it was the fact that I threw some food down immediately before going to bed so that my stomach would stop bothering me.

Whatever it was...

I had a dream last night... there was more to it than this but this is the only part I can remember right now: I decided that I was going to shave my beard off. I got a straight razor with an old wooden handle and went into a room with an old mirror with a guilded frame - I don't know if I was in like an old Victorian home or what, but it was me as I am now. So, I just started hacking away at my beard and, as I shaved, I revealed like all these pimples underneath and left razor knicks. I put whole pieces of tissue paper on my face to cover them. And then I came to the part around the left side of my chin and that part of the beard just would not come off no matter how many times I whacked at it with the straight razor.

And that was my dream last night.

Freud?

2 comments:

Mademoiselle Nessa said...

Funny. I was thinking the other day, as I often do, that you should try shaving your beard. I hardly remember what you look like. It has been, what, 5 or 6 years? You could look like a completely different person than the last time we saw you without a beard! If you do shave it, please don't use a straight razor with an old wooden handle.

enya's assassin said...

Interesting. I also had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was shaving your face, as well. I was skillfully maneuvering my razor (wooden handle) along the handsome crevices of your face. In the end, it was pock mark free and smooth as a babe's behind. It was one of those, what do you call them? Oh, yes, wet dreams.