Had a weird dream last night. I was invited by my college classmate C (which I haven't seen since graduation) to her apartment. It was in an old complex composed of crooked rooms with water leaks and smells of mildew. Every room was dark and small and full of junks. She introduced me to her two artist friends (they were a couple). Their latest work was this "Jell-O" chair. It looked like those no-back ergonomic chairs, but the seat was made of an orange Jell-O type of material (a kind of memory-foamed Jell-O). It vibrated and moved and there was a tiny video camera installed under the seat to record your butt movement. (I remembered thinking "no doubt this is called creative with bad taste".)
Well, don't know what Freud would say, but apparently all work and no play make me dream weird things.
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