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Last night I read that in Iroquois tradition, dreams are the expression of your soul's desire and once interpreted, must be fulfilled or else you will get sick.

Then I dreamed that Scott Thompson and I were out in a rainstorm, waiting for my mother to get out of the A&P, and playing with a monkey that was my sister's new pet. The monkey bit me. Scott asked me to be his personal assistant and I balked and then reluctantly accepted.

Then I was in Prague checking out Sarah C's new digs. She lived in a castle with a lot of other girls. Elton John was performing in the common room, to three screaming fans and a lot of indifferent students.

This must be properly interpreted, else my soul will sicken. Heh heh heh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention