I almost never remember them.
But night before last dreamed I was living with Phil in Chicago. The apartment was really messy, lots of dishes to do.
And last night I dreamed that my brother's girlfriend died. There was this huge house with interlocking bedroom, dark paneling, sliding wooden doors. She was sick or something.. idk. She was gone and there was a void in her place. But we more or less did our own thing.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
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