I’m not at all sure it’s reasonable to dream about an old friend, lost to the decades and distance, as a reanimated corpse who is bored and wants to go to the Mutter Museum, but it is apparently 3pm on a Sunday and the museum will be closing at 5…
and so on
September 30th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
My mind digs up people from my past all the time — even the most innocuous relationship dances its way across my dream at some point or another. It’s weird.
The strangest was dreaming of an old flame and the next day having him friend me on Facebook.
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