….of course, immediately afterwards there was a dream about accidently breaking down the door to Leonard Nimoy’s hotel room followed by one where a hammerhead shark was trying to eat a little dog, so it’s possible dream analysis is a little sketchy for me anyway.
Last night I had a dream; I stopped talking. At all. The way I’ve always felt like I should, b/c nobody wants to hear it anyway.
The thing was, though…and I should have seen it coming cos it’s dead obvious…is that when I stopped talking, that too made everyone angry. And they started demanding that I speak, and the longer I was silent the angrier they got, because though people so frequently enforce silence, I couldn’t choose it for myself. Only be ordered to it.