Oh, god, now Tadao will start doing those pictures
I fell asleep briefly and immediately began having this dream about two desi sisters who were badminton stars. They lived behind me and had a badminton court (yes, a
badminton court) in their backyard, which was separated from my yard by a couple of skinny evergreen trees.
I was in my backyard, doing I don't remember what, listening to music. I was marveling each time one of the girls would make a powerful serve that sent the shuttlecock flying over the house, possibly into the stratosphere, making a jet engine noise as it went.
For whatever reason I had one of those old fashioned CD changers and it flipped to my Cornershop
When I Was Born for the 7th Time CD. Then it got stuck on Brimful of Asha, and I was okay with that because I had it on headphones and I liked it. Then something went wrong and not only did it play Brimful of Asha over and over and over again, but my headphones shorted out and suddenly it was being blasted over a loudspeaker.
So here it was playing over and over and over, and I was freaking the hell out thinking these girls were going to think I was blasting dated British-indie pop at them because they were desi...the same song over and over and over again. I had finally gotten the CD pried out of the changer and was walking over there with it when I woke up.
LOL @ Caucasian cultural insecurity dreams.