I woke recently from what seemed to be several dreams. Maybe bits of several dreams. Dream trailers? Don’t know. Argh, I wish I remembered everything. Over a cup of soybean milk this morning, I had remembered flashes of things happening, and I couldn’t figure out if they were things that happened in the dream or, like, in real life yesterday. Like Ren eating with the spoon in her left hand and the fork in her right. But that must have been in the dream. Or must it?

Whoa, but wouldn’t that be weird?, if you had dream trailers?, then it’d be like, Akan Datang! Coming Soon! on Tuesday night or whatever, and then come Friday you’d have that dream. Oh, and maybe it’d be good also if then at the end of the dream there were credits, like, This discomforting dream brought to you by that massive platter of fried onions you thought it was okay to eat five minutes before pulling the blanket up to your neck and tucking in for the night. Oh, and the DVD! I wonder what the extras would be. Dreams dubbed in French! Alternate endings! Oh, what would be cool would be the director’s cut, like, This is the ending you would have gotten had you not been awoken right at that crucial moment by your mother phoning. But, also, wait, what if you went to sleep, and the moment you shut your eyes, all you got was “Sorry, sold out.” ?

Meanwhile, that reminds me that the other day I was talking to Jacq and I said, “I’m concerned that I have such a bad memory.” And she said, “Gingko biloba, take gingko biloba.” Of course two hours later, I was like, “Um, what was that herb you were talking about?”