I’ve been having weirdly quantifiable dreams lately. Quantifiable isn’t the right word, but it feels right–that or codifiable. They aren’t like most dreams, wherein upon trying to describe them to another person you find yourself stumbling over the “then I was in my house but it wasn’t my house” and “so-and-so was there but then all of a sudden it was whats-her-name” and so on. These are more along the lines of: “I had to recreate the cover of Nirvana’s In Utero using a rhesus monkey instead of a baby” or “I was in a room with a rabbit that had just given birth to eleven kittens.”
I guess my dreams have been blurbable, lately? Caption-friendly. I hope I get some more.
