It makes no sense.

Two nights ago I dreamed I had a scintillating (yes, really) conversation with Paris Hilton.

Last night I dreamed I woke up from a nap on the grass (where? why?) to find a mountain gorilla kindly watching over me.

Usually, I don’t “meet” my dreams; it may be better that way.

This entry was posted in floral, personal on Saturday, 12 April 2008 at 10:22 pm.
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