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November 13, 2002

Empty Dream Room

I can't decide if my dream was a good dream, or a bad dream. I dreamt that I was driving along my street with my grown-up friends from grammar school, hanging out windows and being generally silly.

We pull up in front of my parent's house, in hopes of lunching before nipping downtown on the train. But littered about the lawn are bits and pieces from the house--a garage sale, of sorts, with furniture and fabrics that I don't recognize from my real life, but I recognize as my bedroom suite and some of my clothes and old computer-y things from my dream world.

I can't quite figure out who's selling my stuff, but I'm not too concerned - in the light, on the lawn, everything looks all faded and wickery and odd.

I'm distressed to see how empty my suite is, however, when I get inside to survey the damage. Of course, it's a dream, so my friends and I picnic on the floor and giggle, but I can't help but feel wistful about my empty dream room, now.

Posted by Heather at November 13, 2002 12:00 AM

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