The Blork Blog

I‘ve been having the most bizarre dreams lately, but I’ve not written about them because writing about your dreams is a bit like describing your bowel movements; endlessly fascinating to yourself but of little interest to others. But this one is short, and so over the top that I can’t resist telling.
In the dream, I’m […]

Oh, great. Now even my dreams get unwanted advertising.
Early this morning I had a flash of a dream in which I saw the corner of a New Orleans-style hotel. A professional broadcaster’s voice said “Independently owned! Personalized service!” Then this really ugly guy appeared, wearing glasses, and he said with a Southern drawl, “I’ll come […]

Honey, I’m home!

I’m downtown and I bump into a guy I used to work with. He’s pretty dull so I don’t want to spend much time with him. Regardless, he clings, and eventually invites himself home to dinner.
We weave our way through a labyrinth of ladders, tunnels, and secret passages through Old Montreal to get […]

I wake up in a strange room–a large open area with yellow light streaming through tall greasy windows. It’s an industrial space, huge, at least 10,000 square feet. I appear to live there, as I’m in bed, in one corner of this large loft-like space. I don’t realize the vastness at first because the bed […]

Remember my dream where I had a komodo dragon sniffing my crotch in a room full of monitor lizards? Well, I just took the Office Flirt Test, and here are the results:

The Lizard
Retiring, friendly and totally laidback, you lounge around the office and tend not to be regarded as a player when it comes to […]

This dream was long and involved, and very realistic and detailed. However, I can only remember snippets, and the fact that there was a lot of context to the snippets–context which escapes me now.Imagine if David Lynch had shot the scene in Apocalypse Now in which the boat comes upon a checkpoint at night that […]

Another travelling dream. I was somewhere in Europe, with an ex. (I don’t know which one–perhaps a generalized ex who represents all of them?) Anyway, we were waiting for our flight home, but we weren’t really at the airport. We were wandering around the countryside, although it wasn’t fully rural–there were shops and things around. […]