Sure, loads of strange dreams last night. Alison's baby spitting up on me, trying to go skiing when the mountain has no snow but I spend half the night waiting for a clerk to sell me a lift ticket, I mean, what a waste of time!
Smashing Pumpkins give us an excellent tune here with a pretty fantastic dream sequence like an old silent film with Jules Verne undertones.
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I had frustrating wasteful dreams too. Dreamt I had rented an apartment and was cleaning it, over and over, all night. Jeez, like I don't do enough of that stuff during the day! I think I'd rather have been skiing down a grassy slope. Why do you suppose that clerk wouldn't be helpful, if you want to ski where you can't that's your imagination's business.
Man, the credit union sure felt like endless lines and nobody there to help. (and somebody drove into our rear bumper too! No biggie) Maybe December is best spent avoiding clerks and lines.
Every day is best spent avoiding lines. Yecch. :-)
I know Gordo, AMEN. Funny, I often dream I am waiting for somebody or something. Denis once said 'you're the most impatient person I've ever met'.
Oh.
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