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Sunday, June 8, 2003 - 9:27 a.m.

Dreams in my old bed

Some people might not be thrilled with what I'm about to do, but I have to recount a dream ...

In this dream, I got a new roommate, and it was Bill (this being a dream world in which, apparently, Casey wasn't around) and we lived in a basement apartment of normal size, but the front door was a tiny hole through which we crawled like in Alice In Wonderland. This caused problems when my parents and sister, along with my third-grade music teacher, came to visit. Everyone got through OK except the music teacher, who wasn't fat or anything, but tried to come through feet-first and got her hips stuck because she didn't rotate them the right way. Another time I walked in on Bill and some chick, and they were clearly annoyed but acted like they weren't. At least she was.

And in another dream, Dave, Casey and I fled to (or from someone/something in) France. They kept asking me for directions/suggestions/advice and my answer always was, "You're the ones who speak French."

Well, they are.

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