Dream Recorder
Sunday, July 21st, 2002 at 1:07 pm · 53 views
It’s raining outside. I hate gloomy, rainy days. It looks like the sun is trying to shine through the dark clouds. I go to work in about an hour and a half. I much rather lay down and continue a dream I had this morning. I can’t remember the dream because I was rudely awakened by a phone call at 8:30am. The Caller ID said ‘Privacy Manager.’ I love that feature on my phone line, but I was still pissed because the ring woke me up.
The dream, well all that I do remember is that it was interesting; JT and people I work with were in it. I think we were in school or something… everything else draws a blank. I need a machine that could record my dreams; somebody invent that. I wanna see all that freaky stuff I dream about but can’t quite remember. And then, of course, I would delete it because I don’t want to be held liable for the craziness in my mind.
JT and I didn’t quite make it to Troy’s the other night…
I’m trying to build up some courage so I can read one of my poems there.
