I dreamed I was reentering my house via a sunny leafy patio through glass doors in the back and I found a violinist reading a book, underlining passages. It was a book with prose alternating with poetry. I said, What book is it? He said Wolf. I said, Oh, I thought you were reading Werewolf. It is a much harder book because a lot of it is in a strange language. But I will lend it to you. Then Mike came in through a corridor, I said to them both, I have a meeting now, but feel free to use anything in the library. And I woke up.
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 01:04:51 +0000
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