Naked, with a Nagra -- Now playing on Revolving Floor
To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there's the rub.
Those of you who don't have stress dreams, aren't Hamlet, or have never seen that particular episode of M*A*S*H* (you children of the 80s know the one I'm talking about) may not quite understand this quote, or the connection that I have found between this month's Revolving Floor topic, "Lost and Found," and my blog about nightmares, "Naked, with a Nagra." See, in most of my dreams, I tend to be either metaphorically or physically lost; I can't find the room where I have to take the SATs that I haven't studied for, or I'm wandering around some endless warren of soundstages with a broken boom, or I'm on a bus in a foreign country and my suitcase has been replaced by a chicken, etc etc. And sometimes I'm being chased around that warren of soundstages by a guy who looks like this.
You might also not understand what the naked part has to do with anything, and I'm not entirely sure that I do either. I knew I should have been a psych major. But you can find out at least a few answers at
And while you're there, poke around and look at some work by other contributors -- poetry, fiction, and artwork of various sorts can generally be found revolving around the topic as well.