I suddenly remembered my dream whilst driving to work this morning. It was when I saw a motor bike speed past me on the left and it triggered my memory of last night's dream. The earliest recollection from my dream is being in some kind of building and leaving to get on my motorbike to drive to the nearby Kentucky Fried Chicken to buy some finger licking good food. At this point I realise that I have forgotten my helmet somewhere. I decided to get on the motorbike anyways and start it up. I taxi it slowly onto the pavement. At this point two motor cyclists with helmets pass by me. I get a huge sence of anxiety about my lack of a helmet and instead decide to "walk" my motorbike to the Kentucky Fried Chicken. I remembered it being not such a savoury area but it seems to have been fixed up a bit (like the reconstruction of the point area of Durban) and then I pass a lot of people in beach gear returning from the beach. I approach the take-away place and discover a long line of people waiting outside the building. But these people are waiting for someone else. A middle-aged short well-dressed plumpish couple are standing next me. The wife asks me "If I am also waiting for Dr Sherman." I say no, as I am waiting to get Kentucky Fried Chicken. She and her husband look anxious. I look at the others in the queue and see that there are some young girls which seem to be pregnant waiting in the queue. Including one particulr tall girl with a large pregnant stomach. She reminded me of Olive Oyl. I think that this doctor probably works with issues of fertility and pregnancy. I cannot remember any more of the dream.
Last night I went to watch Resident Evil : Apocalypse. Sandra thought it was silly.
Friday, January 21, 2005
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.. It's in words that the magic is -- Abracadabra, Open Sesame, and the rest -- but the magic words in one story aren't magical in the next. The real magic is to understand which words work, and when, and for what; the trick is to learn the trick. ... And those words are made from the letters of our alphabet: a couple-dozen squiggles we can draw with the pen. This is the key! And the treasure, too, if we can only get our hands on it! It's as if - as if the key to the treasure is the treasure! ------- John Barth, Chimera
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Interesting dream. Could it be a premonition of baby Ilan and Sandras on the way?
Hmm driving without a helmet could be Freudian? We are not planning anything for the next few months as Sandra as just begun a homeopathy degree.
hey ilan - i also just became enlightened about the world of blogging. moreover, i also recently embarked on a project of trying to shed a few pounds. Frankly, i'm suspicious of your claim you dropped a kilo just like that. there are 7000 calories in a kilo of fat. by my calculation, thats 14 half hour runs on the treadmill. anyway, its an interesting way to keep in touch. harry
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