Thursday, January 23, 2014

[dream diary]

January 23, 2014:  In the middle of a varied but mostly uninteresting dream -- though I did like the enormous bin full of life-sized tin R2-D2 toys, no two identical -- I uncorked a bottle of wine and it smelled terrible.  The tiniest of sips verified that it had gone bad.

This was interesting because I vividly remember both the smell and the taste.  Thus putting the lie to James Branch Cabell's belief that, short of white magic or drugs, nobody had ever experienced either taste or scent in a dream.


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