In this dream, I was at a conference or something? A woman told me that at some point in the past, she had crept up the stairs and opened my bedroom door while I was sleeping. She admitted that she had tricked me into thinking I was dreaming her up when I was really awake and seeing her sneak into my bedroom.
I was like, what?
Then the scene unfolded. It was like watching a play from the outside. She ascended the staircase and opened my bedroom door (in the dream, not that this resembled any house I've actually lived in.)
A voice that was supposed to be mine floated out.
"What are you doing here?" the voice said to her.
To fool the voice, she acted confused and asked a question about an imaginary land. (Like "Where is Arcadia/Where is Narnia?" something like that.)
Then the voice spoke to her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what press we're using."
She had fooled "me" (the voice) into thinking it was all a dream. She left and closed my bedroom door.
Then I (the onlooker) went to the refrigerator. I opened it. This woman's head was in the refrigerator, talking to me on a plate.
She said, "I am a man."
"No you're not, you're a woman."
She shook her head. A man.
I woke up, suitably creeped out.
I am admitting that this article about an "all-male Clarke prize shortlist" kind of reminded me of that dream...
(It also made me think: "Look on the bright side...females are great at making babies and sewing brassieres in garment factories around the world...")
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