The only time I’ve ever had a dream where I could read I was presented with a massive tome, “The Art and Philosophy of Garfield”. I flipped open to a random page, chapter opening entitled “Moving Away from Form and Meaning”, an exploration of Garfield’s defining features and how far they could be distorted or diluted before becoming unrecognizable. The title page had an image of a pattern of black and orange similar to Garfield’s but in a distinctly un-cat-like shape, with a speech bubble that contained just the word(s)(?)
“THISTLETHISTLETHISTLEBRRRBROWL”.
I don’t have a fucking clue what my subconscious was trying to say with that one.
Not really, but it was probably a mix of salad greens and chicken tenders, maybe some breadsticks and marinara. Working at Olive Garden at the time, made very little money but only had to buy groceries to entertain guests.
The only time I’ve ever had a dream where I could read I was presented with a massive tome, “The Art and Philosophy of Garfield”. I flipped open to a random page, chapter opening entitled “Moving Away from Form and Meaning”, an exploration of Garfield’s defining features and how far they could be distorted or diluted before becoming unrecognizable. The title page had an image of a pattern of black and orange similar to Garfield’s but in a distinctly un-cat-like shape, with a speech bubble that contained just the word(s)(?)
“THISTLETHISTLETHISTLEBRRRBROWL”.
I don’t have a fucking clue what my subconscious was trying to say with that one.
This is absolutely amazing both in content and as an illustration of how Garfield touches us all
Do you happen to remember what you ate before going to bed that night?
Not really, but it was probably a mix of salad greens and chicken tenders, maybe some breadsticks and marinara. Working at Olive Garden at the time, made very little money but only had to buy groceries to entertain guests.