Oct. 7th, 2009

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Last night I had two dreams.

In the first one, the parents of someone famous were moving in next door. The famous person was helping their parents move in, and I bumped into them when I was bringing the dog home from a walk. They tried to introduce themselves and shake hands, and I said, hi, nice to meet you, but I'm carrying a bag of dog poo. This is pretty much exactly how me meeting a famous person would go in real life.

The second dream was about an orgy in a library. I was not actually there; I was observing as a kind of invisible omniscient presence. Clearly, I am not even allowed to have sex in my dreams. I am, however, God. You win some, you lose some.

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