Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Dream Log

It starts out with some sort of renovation of the loft. In any case there is a reinstall of my mail client for some odd reason. I send out an, erm, private email to Fiona, to all her friends instead. Panic stricken I drive a van that stinks with rotten meat to school to find Fiona and explain the situation, before it hits the fan. We are both mortified.

Back into the stink van, now piloted by my sister, (who is back with her husband for some reason), and they drive us to the library. We wander the stacks.

5 Comments:

Blogger ratty said...

this week i am having a hard time remembering my dreams. what's your technique for recalling yours? or are they so vivid that they just stick with you?

6:36 AM  
Blogger ratty said...

wait! i just remembered part of last night's dream...
my best friend from high school, faye, is willem dafoe's niece (for real) and i dreamed that she was going out to dinner with him because he was in town shooting a film, and she invited me to come along. i can't recall if i actually did get to hang out with him or not though.

6:58 AM  
Blogger fiona said...

Any dream featuring the inimitable Fiona makes an indelible imprint on the brain. Either that, or he just makes these things up.

11:46 AM  
Blogger fiona said...

you may not remember if you got to hang with willem but do you remember any good crotch shots?

11:48 AM  
Blogger ratty said...

it would be hard (wink, wink) to forget the crotch shots...

7:01 AM  

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