dream blog

I was pursuing, somewhat self-indulgently, the object I had undertaken at the time of my falling asleep of perusing my usual general history of philosophy, specifically the life and works of rene Descartes, the imminent philosopher of reason and precise procedure…was pursuing this subject in my sleep and in my dreams, howsomever irrelevantly and fancifully.  The philosopher and his companion had just arrived in the early morning hours, in extreme dark and some heavy precipitation, by modern vehicle on the outskirts of dallas, when the car broke down outside a local university.  Entering the nearby house, master descartes was confronted with a rising irate ogre who offered him one of two breadknives in place of real swords.  Rene Descartes immediately beheaded the ogre with his weapon and took possession of the house…although there were loyal peasants and servants at hand.  Then my grandmother Florence  delia arrived at the same time as a mob of students carrying torches for a football rally.  Finally a young shepherd boy named tom arrived intending to be of some service, and the vehicle  was brought back to life.  Even so my computer has revived and I am able to continue my journal in its usual place, but will now transport to my usual blog.