I had another dream about Prince last night. This could be more disturbing. But the fact that I had a dream means that I slept more than five hours and that’s a thing worthy of…
Browsing Category Dreams
Steeped in melancholy
It seems as though I woke up on the melancholy side of the bed this morning. Last night I had a dream about Ben Jones, a boy I loved in college. The dream was so…
And like that the funk lifted, seriously it did
Though I am still convinced that upon waking up tomorrow my uterus will fall out and my hair will have turned white (ala Leland Palmer), for some reason the funk has dissipated and I’m feeling…
Mick Jagger hugged me
Everyone I ever knew (high school, college, Peabo, Wolfdogg, coworkers, my sisters) went to a Rolling Stones concert. I got in free because the ticket guy thought I was cute. None of my friends were…
Me, Jeff Tweedy, and the Mexican radicals
I feel a little short-changed, having a dream about Jeff Tweedy where I never actually get to see, touch, lick, or kiss him. Basically, Jeff and I were fighting the Mexican radicals that had infiltrated…