Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end *

When I was younger, I saw lots of dreams.
Many of those rather odd and peculiar dreams are painted on canvas, and the rest are written in the notebooks.
Here's one standard dream I had:
I'm standing on the beach at low water. There's a brown dog behind me and a large Art Nouveau style cupboard on the water. I open the doors slowly and see that it is filled with bones and skulls.
I dreamt for the whole decade of naked people, bones and water.
Could somebody call Freud, Marx, Engels, Jung and the Crane brothers.

In 2000 when I had my first son and soon the second one and I didn't have dreams for three years. [ I didn't sleep much.]
After that I have had just two kinds of dreams:
a) I'm in the train
b) I have just missed the train.
Until this year, when I have had few different kind of dreams, at last.

Last night I had this one:
I saw an electric blue coloured machine (don't know what it was) and somebody said:
"You shouldn't talk with them. They might be your mother."
These were the exact words, because the dream was in English. [Yes, the same lousy English with mistakes and all included.]
I have never had a dream in a different language before and it was just as odd as the whole dream was.

Well, it was welcome change after all.
I just wish I could have some kind of an ordinary dream. Are there any ordinary dreams?
I've never dreamed of flying and I'd love to.



This isn't a dream, but my friend "tailed the rock" sent this link to this video.

It's a prize winning Finnish animation of the fairy tale The three goats by Heikki Prepula. I loved his Gussy the Kangaroo in Space when I was a kid.



* Charles Baudelaire: The Cat