Whose dream is it anyway?
Yesterday morning as I lay abed, riding the elevator of consciousness up from the demented dungeon of dreams, I halted halfway and heard Kate telling me about a dream she’d just had (mercifully her account was brief). When I had finally ascended to the lucent penthouse of wideawakeness I asked Kate again about her dream. She of course denied all knowledge not only of her describing it to me but of the dream itself, and accused me of having been dreaming. But if I dreamt about her dream, is it really my dream? True I was in possession of the dream, but surely it wasn’t my dream, because (in my dream) it didn’t come from me. I like to think of it as an ex libris dream, borrowed from Kate’s personal dream-stacks and digested by me in some anonymous oneiric reading room.
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Very interesting gwasshoppah. Do you remember any of the details she told you? That might give you a clue as to whether it was hers or yours.
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