I thought the best thing to do to relieve myself of this Harry Potter fever would be to go read (or, as I prefer, listen to) some other gluing book. I knew I had the audiobook for The Fountainhead lying around on my computer. Tried it, got threw a few hours, found it to be not gluing enough and settled on the Hitchhiker's Guide series of novels, one of the important advantages of which is that it is a series, and, I thought, by the end of it, I would perhaps be more free of the Harry Potter mania.
Unfortunately, the Hitchhiker's series has ludicrously tiny books (at least compared to the longer ones that I've become accustomed to listening to) and I'm already done listening to three out of five of the series, averaging about one book a day. The impractical downshot of reading these books has been that this morning I awoke rather frustrated, having spent a good six hours of the night in a very disturbed sleep having been chased around senseless (and wandless) by a bunch of extremely scary, white Krikkit robots (that rather resembled stormtroopers) who, I can only assume, were attempting to murder. As the dream would have it, I was Harry, Ron and Hermoine - all at once. And our wands had apparently been left on board our spaceship, which we were trying to get away to. As anyone who's dreamt ought to know, the good part is always calculated to happen precisely half a minute before you wake up, which is the sort of dastardly n-1 thing that makes waking up so ruddy difficult, as if there's some infernal 'greater plan' to infuriate the hell out of you. So, after six hours of being chased around - senseless and wandless - we (that is, I) reached our (that is, my) spaceship, found wands and... woke up.
And all I've got to listen to now is The Fountainhead because I only synced Life, the Universe and Everything when I left for work.
Unfortunately, the Hitchhiker's series has ludicrously tiny books (at least compared to the longer ones that I've become accustomed to listening to) and I'm already done listening to three out of five of the series, averaging about one book a day. The impractical downshot of reading these books has been that this morning I awoke rather frustrated, having spent a good six hours of the night in a very disturbed sleep having been chased around senseless (and wandless) by a bunch of extremely scary, white Krikkit robots (that rather resembled stormtroopers) who, I can only assume, were attempting to murder. As the dream would have it, I was Harry, Ron and Hermoine - all at once. And our wands had apparently been left on board our spaceship, which we were trying to get away to. As anyone who's dreamt ought to know, the good part is always calculated to happen precisely half a minute before you wake up, which is the sort of dastardly n-1 thing that makes waking up so ruddy difficult, as if there's some infernal 'greater plan' to infuriate the hell out of you. So, after six hours of being chased around - senseless and wandless - we (that is, I) reached our (that is, my) spaceship, found wands and... woke up.
And all I've got to listen to now is The Fountainhead because I only synced Life, the Universe and Everything when I left for work.
Labels: English
3 comments
-
Really liked your writing style in recent posts.
-
Haha. You're lucky to be able to recall your dreams. In my case, when the 'greater plan' infuriates the hell out of me and I wake up, the dream starts slipping out of my mind like water. Then the 'even greater plan' infuriates whatever was left inside because I end up getting angry that I don't remember what I was angry for in the first place!
-
@Aditya: Thanks. :-)
@Rungta: Well, I usually don't remember them (and try not too) but, in this dream's case, I guess it was just so adrenaline-filled, and I had been just so afraid for my life just before it ended, that it was easier to recall than most.
