Sunday, November 28, 2004
I'm a poet...
I just woke up with a martial chant in my head:
The corresponding dream featured long stretches of walking endless blocks in San Francisco (which looked rather like Walnut street here in my hometown), trying to phone a friend to hook up for a quick meal since I'd be heading home soon (ironically, said friend lives back here now), and arguing with my parents about eating at a not-quite-diner that prominently featured hamburgers and ice cream sundaes.
Dreams are strange.
Nick affiliated!
I went by the goldfish house
It's so complicated
I had to catch a mouse
The corresponding dream featured long stretches of walking endless blocks in San Francisco (which looked rather like Walnut street here in my hometown), trying to phone a friend to hook up for a quick meal since I'd be heading home soon (ironically, said friend lives back here now), and arguing with my parents about eating at a not-quite-diner that prominently featured hamburgers and ice cream sundaes.
Dreams are strange.
