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[Dec. 21st, 2013|01:23 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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We realized the other day that we’ve been having the same dreams for weeks, maybe a few months. We’d get up in the morning and one of us would say, “Wow, that was bizarre. Where was that?” And the other would say something like, “It looked sort of like the assembly hall at a religious camp I used to go to in the summer when I was a kid, though the African-looking masks on the walls are a new touch.”
“Did they do ‘collective counseling’ like that?”
“Not that I remember. Where we were seemed to be some sort of a council where something was supposed to be discussed or decided. At the camp nothing was discussed, you were simply told what to do next.”
“Maybe the setting was just borrowed.”
“Yeah, that seems to happen a bit. Like the producers are reusing scenery to save money or something.”
And that’s what it was like: It was like we’d been to a movie together. We remembered the details from the same dream in the morning, like we’d both been there, but that didn’t give us any kind of extraordinary access to each other’s knowledge, experience or memories; we had the immediate experience of the dream in common, but not necessarily anything else. And, like I said, this went on for a while till the other day when it dawned on us that, “Wait a minute, people don’t remember each other’s dreams.” |
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