dreaming of ...?

When I woke up, I was editing a story in my head. A post about ... something. I remember it was witty, because at one point I also woke up laughing at my wittiness. My dream swirled and morphed and bounced around (as dreams do). It somehow involved Chatelaine magazine. And then it suddenly occurred to me that I should have a photo to go with my post. I actually got out of bed and looked up Chatelaine to find an cover photo to illustrate my witty post about ... something. Then I searched for my post.

Of course, there was no post. Not in drafts. Not even in my head anymore.

I'm going back to search my pillow. Maybe it is there.

In the meantime, here is a look at Chatelaine magazine. It is essentially Canadian and used to be much more important than it is now.



Oh, damn, now I really wish I remembered my dream.

quiet

a weekend ... of silence

windows closed against the wind
blinds half drawn against the rain

duvet warm
tea hot


I read
I sleep ...
sometimes I dream

absolute

quiet.

pillow talk

I bought two new pillows a few weeks ago. One was an expensive pillow from IKEA that was on sale for half price. The other was an expensive pillow from Shoppers Drug Mart that was on sale for half price. I know. I only do bargains. And I even got to use my Optimum points, so I actually got the second pillow for about the same price as I usually pay for pillows, which is around $8. Though I usually get two for that. They naturally don't last very long. And are often not all that comfortable after a few weeks, or nights even. But this gosa raps pillow is still very comfortable. It doesn't flatten down to nothing the way a down filled pillow does (I could never see the point in having a pillow so pillowy soft that it downed into flatness). It also doesn't have those sticking-out-pointed-bits of feathers the way feather pillows often do. You know the bits that stab you in the cheek as you snuggle into the pillow to make it mold to your head. The bits that give your cat so much pleasure to play with. It is a little disconcerting to realize that your beloved pet is not lying by your head because she is in love with your freshly shampooed hair, but is instead waiting for you to roll over and reveal another morsel of sticking-out-pointed-feather-bits to pull on and play with and eventually kill. Don't be fooled, she is not killing the feather for you. But she will put her hind foot into your eye if need be to get at it. The other pillow is a water pillow. It is perfect, as you can adjust it to any firmness you wish merely be measuring the water inside its leakproof shell. You do need to remember to keep the side with the plugged up hole on the bottom, though. And sometimes, if you are having a strange dream, the sound of the water moving in the pillow will only add to the dream and make it even weirder. Like waves crashing on a pebble while you're floating in a kayak trying to eat a smoked salmon sandwich which dissolves as you find yourself on a mountainside in a in a garden of yellow and blue flowers when a hard screech of a train whistle sounds awfully like your alarm eventually and you wake yourself up by talking out loud about a key and then you get up and go to work.

Yeah, I have no idea either.