I dreamed about a chair.
This is no joke. The whole dream was about a chair. I can't even explain it. It was just there, like on this huge flat plain, standing there like a monument, but not a big chair or fancy. A kitchen chair.
There were tourists who would come by to see it. There were pictures of it on the news and on the internet.
It was the sort of dream where I would wake up and think, "OK, that was weird," and then go back to sleep and end up right back in it.
I wanted to somehow capture it. But what can I do? What's to describe? A chair. What's to draw? A chair. Here is my dream.
What I'm listening to right now.
Muse, "Thoughts of a Dying Atheist."
It's Sunday. I take the dream to mean I need to stop and rest. I intend to try to avoid my computer and phone today. See you later.