The Banality of Evil

April 12, 2008 - 12am

I can’t believe how pathetically banal my dreams have become. When I remember my dreams, which isn’t often, they’re typically so bland that I wish they’d remained in the ether where they belong. Case in point, last night’s dreams included the following:

  • Waiting in line to purchase a Wii, then getting angry because the clerk was taking forever and ignoring me.
  • Being asked for ID, then finding that my eight-year-old driver’s license had broken into several pieces in my wallet. (This actually happened. My driver’s license consisted of no less than four pieces before I finally got a replacement.)
  • Making coffee.

Apparently, I’m even boring in my dreams.

Commenting validates my miserable existence.

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  1. I’ve had dreams about taking notes in class, commuting, and, more recently, changing diapers. I’m glad I’m not the only one.

    Comment by Christine — April 12, 2008

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