6 January 2012
Last night I dreamt I went to San Francisco to visit friends (who actually live in Texas and really aren't my friends anymore). I was late for a choir concert, left a gallon of milk in the car and disappointed my college professor when discussing that day's book because I was depressed. I took three showers. After watching a video of a dog humping a giant rabbit from my old best friend, I got on a trolley to go home. While riding, I dropped the book I was reading, The Communist Manifesto (which I have not yet read in its entirety). I debated for a moment, then hopped off the trolley to run back after it, which felt like moving through honey. I got it and somehow caught up with the trolley to cheers from other passengers. A woman from Germany offered me her boarding pass since mine had fallen out of the book.
Dream Jan. 6 • Opuss № I