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10/05/02 Strange Headspace Sometimes, you can't sleep in. Not because your neighbor is creating bowling ball lawn art with a chainsaw, nor because you live under a group Gregorian monks who insist on belting out "I Wanna Be Sedated" at dawn. No, sometimes, your brain just makes the transition from sleep to full consciousness (literally) in the batting of an eye. I dreamt of a woman last night. A familiar, brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty I have never met before. Familiar because she was a unique combination of ex's and friends. Sounds exciting, eh? It should have been. Things were going well, we had reached one of those rare instances in a relationship where you think the comfort level is high enough to tell the other person almost anything. Almost. There is always that tinge of trepidation. So I did. Her questions elicited from me the most embarrassing thing I could have possibly told her. Did she laugh? Did she ridicule? No, it was worse. She didn't believe me at all. I couldn't convince her of this horribly embarrassing fact that I hadn't been entirely keen on sharing in the first place.
Steinbeck once wrote, "Three things will never be believed - the true, the probable, and the logical. [. . .] Ars est celare artem."
A strange headspace this morning indeed.
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