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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

We're together in dreams

Last night, I dreamed that I passed a great bustard on my way home from work. It was standing in a field. "Oh, look: that's a great bustard", I said to the very nice lady who gives me a lift home.



Thing is, if you had asked me yesterday when I was awake whether I knew what a great bustard was, I'd've been hard-pushed to come up with the right answer...



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7 Comments:

Blogger Jess said...

Ground-nesters of the subconscious (would be the title of my debut album, if I won Pop Idol)! They get in there.

9:07 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Oh, indeed they do.

But what is it which makes them suddenly appear like that, I wonder...?

I asked Pop this evening whether I could vacate my own head and live in his for a while. He wasn't keen.

10:00 pm  
Blogger Jess said...

Probably doesn't want you finding out what he's bought you for Christmas while you're in there. You might change his mind while he's not looking. ;)

I always thought Jung's theory about the collective unconscious interesting. But I'm not sure the collective unconscious is meant to include something as specific as a Great Bustard-- it's not exactly an iconic sort of bird. I wonder if perhaps you half-heard something about it at one time, just in passing, and subconsciously filed it away? That's certainly possible.

3:17 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Sage who knows her onions.

I have stuffed myself well at your bounteous table. I have gobbled here at my hearts content.

You saucy thing you;-)

Ivor Moosbeere

1:09 pm  
Blogger Dame Honoria Glossop said...

Did the great bustard in your dream look like the one in the photograph?

6:11 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Well, it was very big. And brown.

But no, not exactly.

6:14 pm  
Anonymous SphinxQueen said...

Are you sure you're spelling it right? You were on the way home from work, after all.....

8:27 pm  

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