Bloganuary Day 24: Weird
Write about a dream you remember.
“Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives”
Like most people, I remember very few of my dreams, not even fleetingly upon waking. This is probably just as well.
I have had a few recurring dreams, and they may be the ones that carry the most import – or psychological baggage at any rate. However, there is a ‘one-off’ dream that I can still vaguely recall even though it’s upwards of thirty years since I had it.
It’s really only the very end of the dream that I can still remember, but it was just plain daft enough to make me wake up laughing.
To the best of my knowledge, I have never in my life consumed a Pop Tart. I assume you all know what I’m talking about: a quantity of sweet but volcanically hot lava encased in cardboard.
And yet there in my dream were two Pop Tarts in a toaster and I was looking inside to see if they were done and it occurred to me that the orange glow of the toaster’s electric elements was in fact the dying light from the end of the universe.
So there you are: Pop Tarts from the end of the universe.
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