Other people’s dreams are notoriously difficult to parse, but I’m noting a dream I had a couple nights ago because I remembered it a moment ago, and it made me giggle.
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In my dream, I was writing a long blog post about the new trend of naming apartment complexes and high-rise condominiums after the titles of Smiths songs. In my dream, I had a print out of two sheets of paper worth of new dwellings named this way.
If you are at all familiar with The Smiths oeuvre, you’ll know that is utterly ridiculous.
For instance, can you imagine living in a place called:
The Headmaster Ritual
or in a condo called
That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
or
Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours
etc.
Your guess is as good as mine as to what my subconscious was attempting to convey to my conscious brain. I haven’t even been listening to The Smiths recently (though I periodically do queue up Smiths LPs; if I made a list of my top 100 bands, they would probably make the cut, or just miss it.)