this may be worthwhile...
Woke up with “Killer Queen” playing in my head.
Woke up from a dream. Let me recount from fragments remembered… I was with my “team”. We all slept in the same room, and dreamt the same dream. Typical dreaming in a dream type of dream. I expressed my astonishment (re: strange same-dream phenomenon), but I was dismissed with nonchalance. I flirted with drummerboy. Minay and Aries snickered behind my back. I hid under our two-legged dining table. Then a carpenter showed me an empty sardines can with tuna bits inside.
I wonder if drummerboy, Aries, Minay and the carpenter had the same dream as mine.
8/24 = 3.
Approximately a third of our lives, we spend dreaming.
She’s a Killer Queen. I’m fixated with song about a high-end prostitute. I’m fixated with this band, thanks Az.