Gatherers are a SHARP bunch. Yep. We all would agree to that, I'm sure. A few, OK, more than a few, have openly wondered about my sleeping habits.
Do I sleep? People wonder. Anna G. told Wilhelmine and I to GO TO BED. She wrote a great article about us...
Well, the truth comes out. I DO sleep.
Late one night last week, while writing a comment on one of my articles, I must have fallen asleep at the computer.
I was not aware of this, however. (I was asleep.)
But I looked up at the screen and found this:
"Deserts with solitary cell mats and women walking around town with no baby carrier, but hand-carried: I don't know what to do. She's my daughter. She's got her hair wapped in a towel, her clothes, shredded..."
This does NOT pertain to any story I've done. So, I must have been dreaming and typed my dream in my half-sleep.
I don't REMEMBER dreaming this. I don't remember TYPING this.
It's just weird. Either that, or I've got some parts of my personality I'm not aware of. (Krystale, are you fighting with Stella, AGAIN?) Seriously multiple personality disorder is too serious to joke about.
Fortunately, I'm just weird. As weird as the next person.
Enjoy your day. I have to go to work now.


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Colleen, everyone else is weird, everyone else is weird...
This does NOT pertain to any story I've done. So, I must have been dreaming and typed my dream in my half-sleep.
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Robert Lewis Stevenson said his stories came to him from his dreams.
Apparently his dreams were islands full of treasure and storytelling.
...
The Brothers Grimm (Grimms' Fairy Tales) claimed elves made shoes whilie the shoemaker slept.
THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER
...
Maybe you're on to something?
Are you sure you didn't type the lyrics to a mid-60's, Dylan B-side ?
"Deserts with solitary cell mats and women walking around town with no baby carrier, but hand-carried: I don't know what to do. She's my daughter. She's got her hair wapped in a towel, her clothes, shredded..."
Maybe you should start a group "The Thirty Six Word Challenge," and this could be the challenge for the first week.
Last time I fell asleep on my computer, I didn't write anything poetic. I did write something though. One sec...I think I saved it.
"kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjhgffghjkl;l
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"
":Deserts with solitary cell mats and women walking around town with no baby carrier, but hand-carried: I don't know what to do. She's my daughter. She's got her hair wapped in a towel, her clothes, shredded."
da da dada da da dada (that's the twilight zone theme!)
You are amazing Kathryn, I bet you speed type like a demon. I'm still a two finger typist. That's my excuse for not leaving many comments on other peoples posts.
I believe I will be smashed in ten hours.
Does that number include comments from yourself?