I had two dreams last night that I can remember clearly. One, I was in this strange Winnie the Pooh land setting and I was the offspring of Tigger and Eeyor. Yes, bizarre. Second, I was trapped at JFK, the checkpoint people rummaged thru my favorite belongings, leaving them a disheveled mess. I remember being super upset at this while walking around the terminal. Flight after flight, I waited and watched, but my flight had still not arrived. I saw the guy walking past. He was wearing my favorite shirt. I had gotten it at the show (whatever that means) and wore it religiously for years. Alas, my shirt was now gone and it was all I could do to rip it from his back. I just sat there, waiting on my flight, obsessing about the shirt, how it felt, the holes that were worn into it, the color, the feel. I realized I had missed my flight after the fact. I stood up, stripped naked and drank a $7 cup of coffee. I got the coffee from Starbucks...all I had was a hundred, she have me my change.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 14:24:49 +0000
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