Seinfeld

You know you're social life could use some real humans in it when you have dreams of TV characters. 

 

I dreamed I was working in a cosmetics factory with Elaine and George from Seinfeld. We were responsible for quality control of some kind of lotion. Our job was to categorize the two types of defects that could be found in products that didn't make the cut. One was the dried up, yellowing yogurt effect, where the lotion lacked moisture and had the cracking, hard texture of old sour cream. The other was the gloopy cornstarch effect, where excess surface moisture would run off when the container was tipped slightly. I made some comment that cracked George up, while Elaine just looked disgusted.

That's all I recall, so I won't try to embellish it. I do watch reruns of that show pretty faithfully in the late hours before bed, so I won't read too much into it. My nocturnal programming could retain elements of my TV viewing habits, even though I turn it off before I go to sleep. 

I have been letting some random hypnosis audio files play throughout the night on my computer, and I have no idea what exactly they are saying, since I never really listen while I'm awake. The topics range from grief to self-improvement, pain control, transcendence, other worlds, past life regressions--you name it. The places I might wind up are endless. But last night, for whatever reason, I was taken to the cosmetic factory with a couple of TV show characters.

Ok, moving on. My spell checker really doesn't like that last paragraph. The whole thing is underlined. Well, you know what, spell checker? Fuck off, why don't ya? I ain't messing with it. I barely thought this was worth writing in the first place. I'm doing it out of obligation to stay faithful to my documentation of dreams, not writing a work of literary grade material.

 My life is more interesting these days, but I don't have the spare energy to relive it in these pages. I have plenty of documentation in the form of personal correspondences on Facebook messenger, but that is an altogether private venue and I won't betray the trust of someone I care about by tabloidizing it here. I may have learned just a little bit from losing one friend over that.

Meanwhile, I better get going and head to the store. I have no real food for breakfast and I may just try to make my shopping trip happen early enough that I can get back and cook something decent. Or I may lay here for another hour, because it's cold out and I just don't see myself shopping at this hour. Yeah, probably the latter. Frozen food it is. I do have more corresponding to attend to.