Typing on the phone so I can't easily Google and link, but there have been numerous studies showing that if you tell a group of people "such & such is not true" and then ask them about it a week later, they'll remember having heard about "such&such" but remember it as true. When I get back to a real keyboard I'll look up what that's called, but it's definitely A Thing and not just poor listening skills or inconsiderateness. Just the human brain being its usual freaky self.
[eta: Here's a link to a podcast where this phenomenon is discussed in relation to political misinformation - that misinformation is difficult to correct because when a reporter says "Obama is not a Muslim" there is a cognitive link created between the words "Obama" and "Muslim" and the "not" tends to be forgotten. I'm still not finding the exact neurological term I need to get more specific and it's driving me maaaaaaaaad.]
I'm sorry, did I not make it clear that my mother is insane?
Ha, yes, nothing you have ever said about her would contradict that.
That was weird. I woke up, then decided I was still really tired, and since I don't have to be at school until 1, I set my alarm for 11 and went back to sleep. I woke up lying the wrong way on my bed, with my feet on the pillows, and all my blankets on the floor. I have no idea what I was dreaming about -- I vaguely remember something about Mary Poppins and arguing about whether I could bring knitting needles into a movie theatre.
I dreamed I was making out with Keith Richards--and it was really fun!
I want Connie's dream.
A craggy guy with a nice smile, and a brain (going by his library), a sense of humor, and in my dream he said he liked fat women because he knew it was all real.
That seems like something he might say.
A craggy guy with a nice smile, a brain, a sense of humor
And the blood of a sixteen-year-old. (note: not really true)
Weird dream: Ran into old friend in the supermarket, said hi, a and my hand passed right through a shelf. "Oops," I said, "I seem to be having an out-of-body experience. That's why I don't remember getting up this morning. Come to think of it I don't remember getting up yesterday or the day before. By any chance am I..."
Old friend: "As a doornail. I spoke at your memorial."
Me: "Wow!"
Old friend: "Umm, what is it like being ...?"
Me: "So far, very confusing."
Then I woke up, boinked my hand on the dresser getting out of bed, had breakfast, did some work. so far, still solid..
I had the third dream lately where I was pregnant. This is a new dream trope for me. I was also getting married and supposed to drive to Paducah, KY for the honeymoon. It was supposed to be a 3 hour drive and I was really not looking forward to it because our leaving time kept getting pushed back.
I don't know what it means.
