Dreams


I slept a long time last night and that often leads to the last few hours facing an onslaught of meaning-not-readily-apparent dreamology. What I remember most is scrambling to go many places without many hours left in the day, being stuck on a really old and dirty and disgusting tour bus (that was, randomly, blue and white) and doing all this — BAREFOOT.

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