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I dream of driving a cart through dry fields buzzing with insects, backwards, using a mirror to steer clear of obstacles, people, stopping just shy of a ditch. Happy.
Posted at 07:49 AM in Dreams, Nubbins | Permalink
Leslee, everything you write has a beautiful sense of poetry. I had a similar dream once, but I was driving backwards on a golf range trying to pick up little white balls, all while dodging them. Strange. I must stop eating before bedtime. ;-)
Monday, November 10, 2008 at 11:59 AM
Thanks, Kat. Feed your dreams!
Monday, November 10, 2008 at 10:02 PM
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