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Archive for February 27th, 2010

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before, but just in case I didn’t get to mention it in relation to restaurants, this story is one of the things that convinces me of many things.  I’m not sure it convinces me that this is a big repeat, but I believe in love, and I believe also that an Indian restaurant in Singapore might have more charm than a baby in a ladybug costume.  My favorite dream is one that I can barely remember.  I have it all the time, but it’s not accurate to call it recurring, because I don’t know enough about it to know if I’ve had it before.

I’m pretty sure it changes, because the details that I can gather are always a little bit different.  But there’s a closet, that’s certain, and a sound that’s not exactly sad and not exactly funny, and there is a woman playing cards sitting on the edge of a bed.  That’s always the same, but then everything else around it is shifty, and subject to change.  Last night there was another room behind the room, and that opened to a restaurant, where everybody there seemed to be forgetting about time, and they were acting as though they could stay as long as they liked.  There was too much food, and a feeling like things had suddenly gotten better.

I have read about deja vu before, and experienced some minor things that some might consider to be this, but I’ve always thought it was something we just make up in order to make sense of things.  I am sure I mentioned this, but I might say here that I remember eating lunch next.  And the sense that this was happening, that this was also a dream, and that this would happen again, was so acute, that I had to wonder about deja vu, and the only way to know for sure in these cases is to go back the next day and try it all again.