DREAM: After a fitful night of sleep(CPAP mask kept moving around) I finally manage to fall asleep and began to dream. I entered an apartment in San Francisco that was the amalgam of many of my friends who lived in the city. While talking to my friend, Ty Bourne, he told me he had a jar that belonged to our friend Dave Dambra or Funky Dave as we called him and he wanted to give it to me. While Im waiting some beautiful, dark haired woman, wet from bathing, came into the room. She was clad in a rainbow colored towel and she went and sat in a part of the room adorned with metaphysical posters and piled up with metaphysical books. About that time Ty returned to the room with this huge Jar, whose glossy, glassy surface made it hard to see into. As soon as Id placed my hand atop jar to open it, I hear a hissing sound , much like a balloon deflating or bicycle tire thats been punctured. I awoke to discover that the sound was me. My mask was askew and my mouth was open, letting out the pressurized air I was breathing in my nose from the mask. Somewhere, in the cosmos, I know Dave is laughing at me.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 14:48:15 +0000
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