14 jul. 2005

I was at a poetry reading in a dream early this morning. The poet--a blogger I don't want to name for obvious reasons--was reading in a kind of pub with all the lights turned off. I was trying desperately to stay awake but kept dozing off on the bed that was conveniently there in the pub. I kept trying to get someone to turn on the lights. I kept thinking: "if they really want people to stay awake for these readings they should not have beds and the lights off."