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Monday, October 06, 2003
Dreams I heard a report recently about the U.S. becoming a "dream-deprived nation" ... the thought being that with more people working more hours, people are remembering their dreams less. This dream pundit suggest that we all strive not just to remember our dreams more, but also to share them with others.
Okay. Last night I dreamed I was on a light-rail system. I was sitting in the front of the train with my friend, Steve Spignese, who was hitting on the female driver. She, for her part, didn't know where the stops were on this line; she was new to the job. They both asked me for advice, but before I could respond, I realized we were passing the same stop again, as if on a circular track. Later, in an unknown apartment with this driver, I was cracking my knuckles -- not by bending them back, but by pulling them out of socket. I reached the middle finger of my left hand. I pulled -- not so hard, really -- and the finger came right off my hand. A clean cut, separated bone and all. I immediately shoved the finger back back into its socket, applying pressure to stop the bleeding, hoping that if I held it long enough, the wound would heal itself. I can still distinctly remember the feeling of holding my finger. It felt like a cold, thick, lizard's tail. // posted at
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