December 2004


2 dreams:

One

I had organized a gigantic boxing day swap meet. Everyone (in the world, I think) was to bring one CD or one item of clothing. I was excited, and scared to see if we could all follow the rules: bring one thing, leave with one thing. When mass desire for CD’s started to break down the structure, the rules mysteriously changed and a moment later I was in a new dream entirely, handling heads of iceberg lettuce in my day job at the grocery.

Two

Road trip to Santa Cruz in a van which keeps slipping out of gear. Misty night air.

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