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A-Typical male's journal. |
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I seem to be dreaming a lot lately. Or rather, remembering my dreams. And with the way things have been going at work, everytime I sat down to write about one, something would happen, and *poof* no journal entry that day. So, I thought I'd write about them today. The miracle is that I can even remember them now, several days later. Of course some of the dreams were pretty strange. I'm no psychologist, and I don't know what dreams mean. Maybe someone out there who knows about these things can tell me. Over all, I think they are just reflections of what I'm doing in the real world. A few weeks ago, I had a dream in which Buck and I were on a bus going somewhere. I'm not sure where, but we did have a conversation about our lives/journals/etc. Of course, I can't remember any more than that. Too bad, really. The next dream was a little over a week ago. I was sitting around one of those really long mostly-oval wooden conference table. Sitting around it, here and there were other people, reading something. Old Joe, one of the people who posts regularly to alt.sex.stories.d (assd), and reads most of what is posted for his meta-index, was one of the people there. He made some comments on the grammar of my stories. I also got the impression that the other people were also authors or regulars on assd. No, there's no doubt in my mind what that one was about. The next one was really bizarre, as Azura and I were chased all over africa by Saddam Hussein. We out witted him and made it to the airport in time to meet the nice polyamorous couple from somewhere in the Middle East. No Really? You don't believe me? Wierd,huh? Generic Joe's A Typical Male
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