Crete, post the third

Watch me lose track of what day it was.

( Tuesday: Agios Nikolaos Archaeological Museum )

But after the morning's sojourn in the museum, I spent the rest of the day hiding from the heat. Apart from dinner in a place called, "Trata."

( Wednesday: Diving )

( Thursday: Ierapetra )

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday will follow. Although I will note here the weird dream I had on Saturday night - my dreams in Crete were rather fertile, to say the least. Very vivid and memorable, and full of narrative.

Anyway. At the at the tail end of Saturday night, I dreamed of travelling to Toronto, except the city resembled a mirror-maze version of Dublin and bits and pieces of American cities as seen on tv, all distorted and labyrinthine. And I got lost by a river, and eventually found the bar where -- for some reason -- I was supposed to meet cristalia and some handsome Greek bloke who appeared to be her boy.

And in the manner of dreams, it turned out to be my birthday - or somebody's birthday, at least - and everyone knew. And wouldn't listen to me when I got embarrassed about celebrating. And J. and C., who I (in the dream) had met and left in a mirror-maze version of Dublin airport (complete with palm trees) turned up. And there were pink lanterns on the tables, and in the logic of dreams, the celebration changed, and became one for cristalia's book deal and movie option.

So, you know. That one was a little unusual for my dreams: they're usually more full of people trying to kill me.

Crete, post the third

Watch me lose track of what day it was.

( Tuesday: Agios Nikolaos Archaeological Museum )

But after the morning's sojourn in the museum, I spent the rest of the day hiding from the heat. Apart from dinner in a place called, "Trata."

( Wednesday: Diving )

( Thursday: Ierapetra )

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday will follow. Although I will note here the weird dream I had on Saturday night - my dreams in Crete were rather fertile, to say the least. Very vivid and memorable, and full of narrative.

Anyway. At the at the tail end of Saturday night, I dreamed of travelling to Toronto, except the city resembled a mirror-maze version of Dublin and bits and pieces of American cities as seen on tv, all distorted and labyrinthine. And I got lost by a river, and eventually found the bar where -- for some reason -- I was supposed to meet cristalia and some handsome Greek bloke who appeared to be her boy.

And in the manner of dreams, it turned out to be my birthday - or somebody's birthday, at least - and everyone knew. And wouldn't listen to me when I got embarrassed about celebrating. And J. and C., who I (in the dream) had met and left in a mirror-maze version of Dublin airport (complete with palm trees) turned up. And there were pink lanterns on the tables, and in the logic of dreams, the celebration changed, and became one for cristalia's book deal and movie option.

So, you know. That one was a little unusual for my dreams: they're usually more full of people trying to kill me.