dream incubation...

No, really.

I just read about this not 8 hours ago before trying (in vain) to get to sleep after an uneventful weekend. Supposedly, one can "incubate" a dream.

There are worksheets designed to help with just this activity. The idea is that you fill out questionnaires about the state of things in your life. Things like work issues, relationship issues, health issues. The act of writing these things down apparently helps your subconcious, which rules supreme in the dreaming world, attune to these things and help solve them.

Well, I'll be slathered in bacon grease and twice baked.

I know it sounds as if I'm just about to make some pithy remark and swoop low on the radar and lampoon it, but guess what?

I'm not.

That's right, the newest adventure is exploring my dreams, with the use of the internet, a dream dictionary someone gave me once (provided that I find it), and my sister's book "The Everything Dream Book". Yesterday evening I had a very srange dream that I was a maid in someone's house a la Gosford Park. I was dressed in a 1930's era maid's outfit, and my hair was even marcelled (which is a style which can be viewed by clicking on the header of this post). I was apparently in charge of setting up the toiletries for about 9 men. Said toiletries (specific for shaving) included a cell phone, a vase of flowers, including lilies and carnations, and this apple cider under chin wax stuff. Before anyone goes screaming anacronism or apple cider wax - remember this is a dream. I recall feeling completely frustrated because all I had were notes about what to do, as apparently this was my first day as a maid, and I wanted to make a good impression. And they were all to get ready in these tiny sinks all in a row, which were made of black onyx or something, which showed every water stain, and which I didn't know if I should worry about.

Weird.