the blog quebecois

Sign #1154 that blogging is taking up too much of your mental existence: I had a dream last night that, disturbingly, featured Warren Kinsella. Even more disturbingly, he exists mainly as a disembodied voice.

He wanted to discuss something I'd supposedly written (about attending some interminably boring event up North, I think), so I went over to see him.

You'll not be surprised to learn that he (or at least his disembodied voice) lives in a cavernous loft-like building. There's nothing on the first floor but crudely roughed-in framing.

I guess the consulting fees aren't rolling in so great these days, because it lacked certain amenities, like a staircase. I hate dreams without staircases, because it means I'm going to have to climb up some rickety structure that I'll later be afraid to climb down. Which of course is what happened, at which point I woke up.

In the interim, Warren was a charming (if ethereal) host, showing me around the place. I don't remember too much of it, but I can at least report that there's one large room with a quite-impressive waterfall.

Keep your Freudian theories to yourself. I have enough problems as it is.