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- when gas prices literally become nightmares.
I had desert dreams all last night, maybe because the weather is finally getting warm here. In one, I was at this year’s Burning Man. In another, I was driving Bob, Hannah and Austin around the desert in my Grand Am. We stopped for gas at this classic desert gas station–you know, remote and dusty–and [...]
- dream journal
November 27, 2007
I dreamt about a bald eagle last night. I was with some people, but I was the only one who saw it at first. It landed on the ground and we kind of stared at each other strangely for a minute, and then it started dancing. In a most regal and realistic way, [...]
- harbinger.
Late last night, a friend who was stabbed to death two years ago snuck behind my eyelids and whispered sweet somethings into my ear.
