Subliminal Dream Progamming

 Some dreams hardly qualify, but I'm gonna keep to my plan of writing what I remember, regardless. Falling asleep with my Itunes playing, I wound up with Marc Maron talking to me about condo issues in a seaside aquatic community of surfers. 

I don't recall much, other than that we were friends, and he was encouraging me to try different things to get my writing career jumpstarted. Mainly, he advised sitting in various locales while composing my drivel.

I hopped on a surfboard at one point and navigated a rather rocky water chasm that ran through the center of a town hall meeting that we were attending. Marc and some of the other attendees were on surfboards, while some were seated in folding chairs. 

I found the surfboard to not be particularly buoyant and was immediately pulled underwater upon entering the chasm. I realized that some effort would be required of me in order not to sink to the bottom, so I kicked a few times and made it back to the surface.

There were issues being discussed at the meeting, one being what to do with all the wild horses that were terrorizing the little town. At certain times of the day the young colts and fillies would get all rambunctious and stampede, forcing all the residents to seek shelter. 

I found myself with a few other people hunkered down in an abandoned car at one point, waiting out the melee, which usually only lasted a few minutes but was as intense as a tropical thunderstorm.

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That's all that's coming back to me. I only woke up to pee and check the snails in my garden. I should go back to sleep. I'm still not done dreaming, though I may be too awake to get back to the meeting. 

Besides, classical music is playing now, a nice cello concerto by Mstistlov Rostropovich, so I'll probably wind up in another century. Today is my housecleaning day, so and I need to get a little more sleep before I get up to do my Saturday morning routine.