so, lately i've been having dreams that feature things like parts of words, sounds, or movements. for the past week or two, i was hearing someone sing the words "LIVING ROOM" really loudly in my sleep. it was a male voice, i recall, with a bombastic air that i imagined might be accompanied by the twirling of waxen mustaches. which reminds me of the spanish word for mustache: bigote. what a great word (though not as great as remolacha).
finally i solved that puzzle - it was serge gainsbourg, of course, singing his song about the living room and "le smoking." i believe that that song is called "intoxicated man." great song that is. i should mention that in order to solve the puzzle i had to keep repeating the words to myself under my breath, as if that would help jog my memory. sincerest apologies to those who passed me by and were taken somewhat aback by the spectre of a lady muttering "living room!" to herself under her breath!
and then i started dreaming about a woman moving her neck gracefully like a swan's - sort of nodding and tucking it under herself. for some reason, i was associating this gesture with someone of the Continent. like the europe of the fin de siecle, before the trenches, you know.
Also, i did dream of a guttural phoneme, switched off mid-stream like a light -- but can't remember it. ah well.
and i've been dreaming about my ninety-year-old grandmother lately, but in these dreams she's lithe and vivacious despite her superannuated state.
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