And it fit me like a glove?
Jan. 3rd, 2004 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddI had a dream last night, weird in its twisting of reality even by my standards. I was in some place that was probably Australia, being in the same region and all, only I'm pretty sure it wasn't Australia because I would have noticed those funny accents. I had a week and a half left of my vacation and I thought it would be cool to hop over to a neighbouring country, so I took a look at a map that was lying around, which was a bad photocopy and not even accurate; where a group of tiny islands was shown, I was sure there was supposed to be another continent, or at least a big-ass island or something. When I checked an atlas I found out I was right, because to the south-east of Australia and New Zealand, there was Papua New Guinea (because, duh, that place to the north is only New Guinea), a country consisting of two islands, the largest of which was bisected North-East to South-West not by a boring old Date Line, but by a Double Date Line!
Okay, so it doesn't make any sense. However, I didn't let this bother me, thinking that Papua New Guinea would be a perfect place to spend a week before heading home.
When I awoke the next morning I was there, with absolutely no memory about how I got there. I had to ask my travelling companions (I had been under the mistaken impression I was travelling alone, but I obviously wasn't) about the trip there because I couldn't remember a single thing, not even about getting those cool stamps in my passport.
Other stuff happened and I sort of woke up, but I had another dream afterwards, the best part of which was G telling me he'd seen reality-tv show where a participant was in -- guess where? - Papua New Guinea and had chosen to eat no local food whatsoever and was even picky about the North American fare she was offered. She didn't want to eat lasagna, she said, "Parce que j'ai peur que ça reste pogné dans mes fossettes!" While I was trying to imagine how the hell someone could get lasagna stuck in their dimples (like maybe she was a really sloppy eater with huge dimples, or maybe she had dimples *inside* her cheeks?) I realised that she probably meant to say "abcès", not "fossettes".
Okay, so it doesn't make any sense. However, I didn't let this bother me, thinking that Papua New Guinea would be a perfect place to spend a week before heading home.
When I awoke the next morning I was there, with absolutely no memory about how I got there. I had to ask my travelling companions (I had been under the mistaken impression I was travelling alone, but I obviously wasn't) about the trip there because I couldn't remember a single thing, not even about getting those cool stamps in my passport.
Other stuff happened and I sort of woke up, but I had another dream afterwards, the best part of which was G telling me he'd seen reality-tv show where a participant was in -- guess where? - Papua New Guinea and had chosen to eat no local food whatsoever and was even picky about the North American fare she was offered. She didn't want to eat lasagna, she said, "Parce que j'ai peur que ça reste pogné dans mes fossettes!" While I was trying to imagine how the hell someone could get lasagna stuck in their dimples (like maybe she was a really sloppy eater with huge dimples, or maybe she had dimples *inside* her cheeks?) I realised that she probably meant to say "abcès", not "fossettes".
