Hm, a bit of a dream. Yes, boring blog material I know, getting to be E/N, but perhaps E/N is better than just N. And it's at least a speculative part of a dream, rather than here is me gibbering my entire dream that doesn't even make any sense. Instead I gibber about how I'm not gibbering, thus filling up space, as though I still had a word count to fulfil. I can't get out of the padding habit, now that I've started. Oh the horror, the humanity.
As I was saying, the dream part. Someone was running away up a hill, and I was tired, too tired to chase. So I adopted a strange alternative chasing method, which was to lie down on my side, making sure my leather coat was between me and the ground, and then push along with my feet, as though I were on a whole-body-skateboard of some kind. This would be of less interest to me if I didn't recognise it from previous dreams. Why do I travel this way? It's similar, in a way, to childlike dreams of flight, in that normal physics doesn't seem to apply.
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