Surreality

I have been enjoying some wonderfully bizarre dreams lately, due to the repeated need for antihistamines, and I think I outdid myself last night. For some reason, I found myself — in the dream — at the computer, attempting to marry a soundtrack of a song about Fat Albert, the Bill Cosby character, to a video of a staggeringly obese penguin in a red dinner jacket waddling along purposefully to some performing venue.

This was so vivid that when I got up, I — don’t laugh — searched YouTube for Fat Albert + Penguin and got a short list of actual hits. Alas, they seemed to be fairly meaningless captures from some video game.

I have no particular interest in penguins and haven’t thought about Fat Albert in years; because my engagement with broadcast culture bottomed out a quarter century ago, I have only a vague  idea that he was eventually animated in some TV cartoon and had no clue he had ever been involved in a video game. I treasured those old Cosby monologues on vinyl and played them over and over. But except for looking up the Fernet Branca one a while back, I haven’t listened to them since I left college, probably.

I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me.

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6 thoughts on “Surreality

  1. As soon as I read your post, I remembered this passage from a favourite book:

    “It was a couple of days before Kate Schechter became aware of any of these things, or indeed of anything at all in the outside world.
    She passed the time quietly in a world of her own in which she was surrounded as far as the eye could see with old cabin trunks full of past memories in which she rummaged with great curiosity, and sometimes bewilderment. Or, at least, about a tenth of the cabin trunks were full of vivid, and often painful or uncomfortable memories of her past life; the other nine-tenths were full of penguins, which surprised her. Insofar as she recognised at all that she was dreaming, she realised that she must be exploring her own subconscious mind. She had heard it said that humans are supposed only to use about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was very clear what the other nine-tenths were for, but she had certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins.”

    -The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, by Douglas Adams

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