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clayhornikOh my, that Tylonol PM packs a jolt of something- last night I had three dreams I can remember.
First: A family gathering, like a wedding. A doberman pinscher has show up as a lost family pet and is starved for affection.
Second: My mother has taken a position as a school bus driver, though it's a minivan instead of an old school bus. Her route: the neighbourhood we lived in from the mid seventies to the mid eighties- Bower's Hill. But it had been built up terribly because of real-estate speculation, nothing looked the same. Tudor facade buildings had gone up. Condos everywhere. Awful.
Third: I'm living in a sixties-futurist apartment. My landlord there is the same one from real life. He's got this miniature mutant dog, like a teacup schanuzer. The apartment is has no furniture in it, decorated in wood paneling with slate floor.
First: A family gathering, like a wedding. A doberman pinscher has show up as a lost family pet and is starved for affection.
Second: My mother has taken a position as a school bus driver, though it's a minivan instead of an old school bus. Her route: the neighbourhood we lived in from the mid seventies to the mid eighties- Bower's Hill. But it had been built up terribly because of real-estate speculation, nothing looked the same. Tudor facade buildings had gone up. Condos everywhere. Awful.
Third: I'm living in a sixties-futurist apartment. My landlord there is the same one from real life. He's got this miniature mutant dog, like a teacup schanuzer. The apartment is has no furniture in it, decorated in wood paneling with slate floor.
