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"Exclusion" or "Hey, How Come Those Fish Are Having So Much Fun? I Want To Be A Goldfish Too." |
I mine my dreams for inspiration and fun, particularly fun, and since I like my entertainment horrific I'm not averse to dream monsters or frightening scenarios. One of the most frightening dreams I've ever had featured a character who immediately became the villain of an upcoming novel and I'm grateful that he/it appeared to me ... as long as he stays away.
This dream, however, left me feeling crap all day. Dreams can do that and I wonder how much they affect us even when we don't recall them each day.
Beautiful, shining goldfish have often delivered messages to me in dreams. I obviously associate them with wisdom or something. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't think they are messengers from God or prophets from a spirit world ... they're me. They're a bit of my brain saying: "Great, you're asleep. Now wake up."
So, I'm going to listen to myself and attempt to have more fun.
Or perhaps I ought to get drunk and give a fish the kiss of life.
It depends on your school of dream interpretation.
See what I did there?
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