Interpretations welcome
Last night’s dream, in two halves.
- I’m in the desert
- With the Mythbusters
- We’re trying to build a machine that will cut a bowl out of a solid block of clay using water jets
- It doesn’t work super well
- We have to keep washing our hands clean because the red clay is getting everywhere
Then, suddenly:
- I’m in a kitchen I think of as “mine”
- My glasses are coming apart, the black plastic flaking off to reveal substantially less-fashionable frames beneath
- But it seems I have a supply of replacement lenses
- So I just need new frames
- I’m polishing a pair of the aforementioned replacement lenses
- Meanwhile, Aubrey Plaza is helping me shop online for new frames
What.
