A Subconscious Pervert

2004-03-22 at 12:29 a.m.

The most interesting thing I did today...was have a dream that disturbed me. Not because it was full of blood or anything like that - that doesn't bother me anyway, must be because I've seen my own blood enough times - no, it disturbed me because it was about Ted Hughes. Maybe you don't know who he is (or rather, was), he was the poet laureate and a bit of a pig from all accounts. Drove Sylvia Plath to suicide (yeah right - I don't think you can drive someone to suicide, and she wanted to anyway all that "dying is an art.." stuff. Anyway, back to the point). He had it off with lots of people and generally enjoyed himself. Actually I prefer Larkin as a poet, but the Iron Man and the Crow was good.

Anyway, what was disturbing about this dream was not that I was dreaming about some random poet (I once had a dream about Lenin) but that I was sitting in a library with his grand-daughter, reading books I had drawn (despite the fact that I can't draw for toffee) and discussing how he was quite good looking. Well, he probably was quite good looking as a young man - but not as an old man!

I swear, my subconscious is a pervert.

Shirley has a theory that there are disembodied minds who get about in the night, take over your brain, and proceed to have lascivious dreams about the most unlikely people. Because it isn't me, my taste is just fine thank you. It certainly doesn't encompass dead old poets.

Hmm, aside from that slightly entertaining thing, nothing much happened today. Some guy in a bar thought I was a man and called me "sir", which pissed me off mightily (yes, lots of men have these two things that stick out on their chests...). Bought mum some chocolates for mother's day.

I now have a grand total of 6 hours of music on the computer - all of my CDs and some stuff from Kazaa. I'm listening to the Goo Goo Dolls at the moment and then Papa Roach. After that I have Pink, System of a Down and Linkin Park which I just copied from CD today. Though I have a weird mixture in there - Beatles, Rolling Stones, Dolly Parton (!), other random country music, Bob Dylan (the best), Madonna, Tom Lehrer, Evanescence, Eminem that sort of thing. I must put some Sinatra on actually, and the Manic Street Preachers.

Waiting till May now, when dad goes over to Texas to get my MP3 player. Then I can actually listen to music when I'm wandering about rather than having to listen to it on the computer.

Actually, I have to figure out how to convert the files that I get off my CDs to MP3s and back again so I can burn my own CDs.

Strange: I'm happy now, but I've been getting quite depressed in the middle of the night. Well more that I want to cut. Maybe its the music? I like music. Hmmm.

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