|Dream / Reality
||[Jul. 1st, 2007|03:35 pm]
|||||david sylvian: blemish||]|
I dreamt that I was a wooden cross-maker. It was very monotonous, but pleasant, work. In fact, it was downright hypnotic, lulling, like counting specks of dark lint on a white wall. I woke up feeling that if I could do nothing in this life but carve wooden crosses I would be a happy person.
I awoke, ate breakfast, and then sat down at the computer to continue creating my syllabus (one at a time). After lunch I finished laying out the second chapter (4.5 weeks into the 10-week course) -- it is now 3:30 p.m. and my weekend is nearly over. Trying to make this "puzzle" fit has proven to be maddening, and what I've done will have to be reshuffled, if not totally revamped. Sometimes I wish I were a wooden cross-maker. Carving Buddhas would be much too intricate.