Flagpole sitting is one of those things you can’t really mentally picture until you see a photo and then realize it’s like those fever nightmares you had as a kid, where the legs of the chairs in the cafe were all 100 feet tall and you couldn’t keep yours balanced, and then you had to jump over to a door in the wall at your height to leave.
man, for me it’s just being half awake (and feeling half dead) and thinking a cabinet handle is a truly massive cockroach (to which my reaction is of course “oh that’s gonna be a pain to deal with later, oh well back to sleep”)
My fever dream was always trying to balance countless of bouncing balls on a large tray, everything flying off, of course until a single ball remains, which inevitably rolls off the side. Then the whole thing starts over again. Torture on repeat.
Flagpole sitting is one of those things you can’t really mentally picture until you see a photo and then realize it’s like those fever nightmares you had as a kid, where the legs of the chairs in the cafe were all 100 feet tall and you couldn’t keep yours balanced, and then you had to jump over to a door in the wall at your height to leave.
We all remember that dream right
For me, fever dreams are worrying about nonsensical things.
man, for me it’s just being half awake (and feeling half dead) and thinking a cabinet handle is a truly massive cockroach (to which my reaction is of course “oh that’s gonna be a pain to deal with later, oh well back to sleep”)
Mm, never had that dream. For me, flagpole sitting always reminds me of that Harvey Danger song.
My fever dream was always trying to balance countless of bouncing balls on a large tray, everything flying off, of course until a single ball remains, which inevitably rolls off the side. Then the whole thing starts over again. Torture on repeat.