Wind blowing

"Blowin' In The Wind," as translated by Google from English to Armenian to Czech to Galician to Japanese to Romanian and back to English:

Wind blowing

Many roads must a man walk into any
Before calling him a man.
How many seas must a white dove
Sleep on the sand.
Yes, the flight should be shot multiple times
They are always prohibited.
The answer, my friend, is blowing wind.
The answer is blowing wind.

In what is likely to occur in the mountains
Before being washed offshore.
Yes, there may be many years people
Before they are free.
Yes, men can turn their head several times
We do not pretend you can see.
The answer, my friend, is blowing wind.
The answer is blowing wind.

Should seek as many times a man
If you can see the sky before.
Yes, a man is how many ears
Before you can hear people whining.
Yes, you need to know how many dead
Many people died.
Answer, my friend, is blowing wind.
The answer is blowing wind.

Where in the world #3

In a split second
evidence of time passing
Minneapolis

Music in the room of dreams

There's a small collection of vinyl records in the room in my dreams, which I frequently play while planning my next dream. One of my favorites is a very old 45, "O As My Tears Run Dry" by Rose Pocket and Lee. It's a beautiful song, but I can never remember the words or melody after waking up. The only thing I can recall about the song is that it describes a lock being opened by tears.

There's another album on its own shelf, separate from the others, which I'm afraid to even look at, let alone play. It's called "The Last Song" and I believe that may literally be what it is. It gives me the creeps.

Monday madness #4

I'd give anything to hear a barbershop quartet consisting of Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, Johnny Rotten, and Tom Waits.

News from outside

In addition to books, I find the occasional newspaper in the room in my dreams. The words, however, are blended in such a way that provides a glimpse into the events of the day but obscures what has actually happened. Again, entertainment when I have nothing better to dream.

A dictionary in the room of dreams

I mentioned that the room in my dreams was home to many books. One of the most interesting of these is a dictionary. It appears normal enough from the outside, but upon opening it one discovers its insane brilliance. It translates entire phrases from English into random language after random language, finally returning to English in much worse condition than what one started with. I can think of no practical use for such a dictionary, but it provides entertainment when I have nothing better to dream.