In the middle of a dream I was having this morning, I found myself dreaming about how to blog what was happening in the dream as part of the dream itself! What does that mean?
And it wasn't even a particularly fun dream although several of ya'll were in it, and I think I was actually living in a flat decorated like Amy's blog which I shared with a relatively invisible guy (just roommates) called ... shit, what was his name? Something unusual like Ludovico or Melvin or something ... anyway, and there was some kind of murder mystery going on. Garbage truck drivers were killing girls. And ... yeah. Lots of semis. And me dressed up like Cookie Monster working at a fast food restaurant.
{{Paging Dr. Freud.}}
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