Not the First
Time…
And I drift asleep like always to
dream my dreams in ways only expressed in the movies.
I am in a very small suburban
neighborhood, the kind you would see on ‘Leave It To Beaver’. I am a mid-50 looking woman with a long
dress, sport coat, and jowls as large as a tanker. It seemed I was a real-estate agent. I look around and all I see are houses with families staring at
me and billboards with pictures of myself on them. I start spinning and spinning.
I wakeup in a cold sweat, I am very
absentminded.
Theme of Dream:
How the hell would
I know? Very strange, very strange…
