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Drooling on the Pillow

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

What Do You Think It Means? 

Normally, my dreams are no weirder than anybody else's. I was slightly mauled by dogs when I was six or seven and I've had dreams about that ever since. They've stopped being nightmares but they don't stop coming back. When I was in college I had a recurring dream about chasing myself on the beach. I think Freud's idiot nephew Ziggy could have handled that one.

Last night I dreamed of Jenkinson's beach in Point Pleasant. It was a warm, sunny, breezy day. The Sluggo-Babes were in attendance. There was beer involved.
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