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threeplusfireI have this vague sense of uneasiness, waking up this morning to a dream and a missed phone call.
The dream is interesting enough in just how realistic it was, how many people from my waking life were there. A large part of it centered around drinking wine, and discussing sedatives, and a (so-far-as-I-know) non-existent Gogol novel titled 100 Days of a Man. There was a very large quantity of codeine pills on the coffee table, and I was laying on the floor with my head on Gene's knees, attempting to convince him that driving anywhere at the moment was not a good idea.
Earlier in the dream, I had seen Rose, whom I have not heard form in a long time. She slept in my bed, the waterbed I had as a child, and we bought Sandman comics. One of my cats died a gruesome death of some twisted bone disease. Later on, a good many of our friend were in the apartment. I remember Jon bitching about how long it would be until the next batch of beer was ready, and getting into an argument with a very pregnant Karen.
It's strange, the things you remember. Strange how waking up in your own bed can be disconcerting.
The dream is interesting enough in just how realistic it was, how many people from my waking life were there. A large part of it centered around drinking wine, and discussing sedatives, and a (so-far-as-I-know) non-existent Gogol novel titled 100 Days of a Man. There was a very large quantity of codeine pills on the coffee table, and I was laying on the floor with my head on Gene's knees, attempting to convince him that driving anywhere at the moment was not a good idea.
Earlier in the dream, I had seen Rose, whom I have not heard form in a long time. She slept in my bed, the waterbed I had as a child, and we bought Sandman comics. One of my cats died a gruesome death of some twisted bone disease. Later on, a good many of our friend were in the apartment. I remember Jon bitching about how long it would be until the next batch of beer was ready, and getting into an argument with a very pregnant Karen.
It's strange, the things you remember. Strange how waking up in your own bed can be disconcerting.