June 6th, 2003

I’ve been sick, and I have lots to write, and I’m not sure where to begin. I had lots and lots of dreams to write about but they made so little sense that my unfevered mind couldn’t hang on to anything but the barest of scenes and so I’m going to omit them. I have a pretty good grip on one or several of last night’s dreams though, so I’ll relate those.

I don’t know if this was one long dream with forgotten segues or if this was three separate dreams, but I will tell them all. There’s no sexual content and no violence, although there are some things that could be considered vaguely kinky depending on your viewpoint. I’m not going to make excuses for the way my subconscious works and, as usual, you are completely free to do something other than read about my dreams.

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