Sleepless

Watched A Very Long Engagement tonight and went to bed relatively early. It was like any Jeunet movie: rich with color and drama and everyday oddness. By the time I retired for the night it had put me into a strange mood.

I just woke up from an odd dream. Two girls I used to date were sitting in my livingroom and trying to hold a conversation. One was a French biochemist with a beautiful name. I dated her years ago and blew her off after a couple weeks. I forget why I stopped returning her calls (I'm sure it was for some stupid reason that was blown out of proportion). The other girl was the Portuguese-speaking biochemist who broke my heart last year.

So in the dream I walked out of my room and ran into them sitting on my couch as they tried to hold a conversation. For some reason neither would speak english. Well, actually, neither of them spoke at all. I just knew that they weren't speaking english and that they couldn't understand each other. They stared at their mugs of coffee. Then I woke up.

I want to hesitate in analyzing this. I'm exhausted, but my mind races on anyway. Now I'm obsessing and it's late. Why did I dump the first one? Why did the second one dump me?

"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."