The Dog from Porlock
27/9/10 07:09I was in the middle of a very vivid, really fascinating dream in which I and a former boyfriend, living on the east coast (and working at a ski resort of some sort) took an elevator to the first floor of the building (which was built under the mountain) and, in the cafeteria, discussed the need to escape to California. We were packed to go--well, I'd forgotten a big brown-paper-bag with a sweater in it and was contemplating going back to get it --when...
Emily, roused by the Spouse in his got-to-go-to-work-way-too-early routine, came and aggressively washed my face, and I woke up.
There were still many things to find out in that dream. Dammit.
Emily, roused by the Spouse in his got-to-go-to-work-way-too-early routine, came and aggressively washed my face, and I woke up.
There were still many things to find out in that dream. Dammit.