So, I have only posted one dream. Lame. I remember bits of my dreams from last night, but I have a bad cold. This means I sound even more like a muppet than normal, so I guess some of these posts will just be...typed.
I dreamed that I worked in a video store. A lot like Hastings. Big stretch there. And Charles Bukowski walked up to the counter. He asked me to find him a video. He gave me little descriptions, and by the time I got the full picture of what he actually wanted, I realized it was a documentary about himself. I was suddenly in a small apartment with him, asking him if he wanted wine or liquor.
Next dream, I was hiking through a sparse forest with my mother. It felt like there was something in the trees that I was really excited for people to see. Don't remember if we found it, I probably woke up.
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