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My dreaming brain oddly goes...
I have not been sleeping well, these last few years. I never feel alert. Part of the problem is that some weird idea comes up in a dream, and then I get into a not-quite-sleeping state as I try to figure out if it's feasible, try to work out the consequences, and so on. This isn't always a terrible thing; for example, a couple of days ago I came up with an interesting idea for a hanging chair. Looking at the idea in a somewhat better level of consciousness, it might be workable, though I don't know how much of a market there would be.
This morning... stuff about Star Trek got me thinking about George Takei and his activism, which wandered into the idea of him in the role of Georges in the musical La Cage Aux Folles. That would be pretty cool; I'd pay to see that. But the next thought had my dream-self curled in a ball, squeaking with laughter, unable to breathe.
Shatner as Albin. In full, campy drag.
Singing.
"I. Am. What I am. I am. My own. Special creation..."
Oh well. At least part of me is having fun.
This morning... stuff about Star Trek got me thinking about George Takei and his activism, which wandered into the idea of him in the role of Georges in the musical La Cage Aux Folles. That would be pretty cool; I'd pay to see that. But the next thought had my dream-self curled in a ball, squeaking with laughter, unable to breathe.
Shatner as Albin. In full, campy drag.
Singing.
"I. Am. What I am. I am. My own. Special creation..."
Oh well. At least part of me is having fun.