I dream quite a lot, but usually the only ones I remember are those I have just before I awake.
I just had one of these, and it was quite vivid. I was staying in a house with Christopher Hitchens, and we were sharing a bedroom. On his bedside table were two travel books; one, which I opened, was on the South Pacific. He had highlighted it with blue magic marker (something I do with some of my books), but instead of highlighting entire sentences as wholes, he highlighted each word of a sentence separately. I thought this odd since each highlighted sentence comprised a group of separately-blued words.
Hitchens also told me a story of a lecture by E. O. Wilson he attended. He said, peevishly, “Oh, the old git was terribly boring: the only virtue of being there was that we were all given delicious, granular green apples to eat.” [Yes, that’s the phrase he used.] “But then the fire marshal came in and told us that we all had to leave on the grounds that there were too many green apples in the room, which was the only reason for being there in the first place!”
What does this mean?