mittwoch...

so strange. quickly: i had a dream last night. in the corporate bathroom drying my hands. a freya (they were plural...what is plural freya? i no know.) issued from the stall behind me. she was huge. brawny. in waking life i know the name freya but not the mythology. when i woke this morning i thought she was goddess of war. mostly because of her size in the dream. so she issues from the stall and asks me about poetry. what?! then a bunch of her freyakind also issue. they also want to know about poetry. i am puzzled. i say, "but isn't today your workout day? isn't it mittwoch?" and they laugh and say, "you mean mitjaar?" and then i laugh and say, "oh right! i forgot." the freya are huge. think "starla" or similar. they ask about a specific black bookcloth bound edition. if i've received it. "no, it hasn't arrived yet," i say. then a door appears in the far wall and they say, "we have to go now. we've got a show." i can hear stadium noises coming from the doorway. they smile and laugh and wave good-bye.

what the?!

and you know. midweek used to be odin's day. so strange!

just now i found some info about this freya. she was how do you say very friendly. very friendly. and she had a cloak made of feathers. and the feather cloak transformed the wearer into a bird. well.

i'm just going to turn off my brain now. it knows way too much for its own good. where does it come from?

whatwhatwhatwhatwhat.

my prof used to say to class "your brain is smarter than you." and it's true. i don't even understand. dunnodunno.