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threeplusfire) wrote2002-11-05 10:48 am
threeplusfire) wrote2002-11-05 10:48 am
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The alarm clock rang for several minutes straight this morning, pulling me out of the dreamlands. Unless it too was a dream.
But I know it was Christian, calling me from Los Angeles. Negotiating the beginning of a new film project, and he wanted me to be a part. He was arranging a Tuesday morning flight to LA, business class, and I was wondering if I had time to go home and just what I should be wearing to the meeting.
There was another dream, of traveling, and Gene in a pale blue hooded robe. But I know where all those references came from.
Sunlight washing over the porch... I sat outside for an hour, just basking in the warmth and the glow. There was a squirrel perched nearby, staring, and it barked at me. Never heard one make such a noise.
But I know it was Christian, calling me from Los Angeles. Negotiating the beginning of a new film project, and he wanted me to be a part. He was arranging a Tuesday morning flight to LA, business class, and I was wondering if I had time to go home and just what I should be wearing to the meeting.
There was another dream, of traveling, and Gene in a pale blue hooded robe. But I know where all those references came from.
Sunlight washing over the porch... I sat outside for an hour, just basking in the warmth and the glow. There was a squirrel perched nearby, staring, and it barked at me. Never heard one make such a noise.