A blog to share my dreams. No, not my aspirations, but my actual dreams. I find our subconscious world absolutely fascinating--maybe someone can give me a bit of insight into just what these crazy dreams mean. Have at it world!
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
3/3/20
A bunch of us were standing around having an intense conversation about the New Yorker magazine. We we discussing the fact that there were two typos in the magazines in recent months. Someone had a big board that featured an assortment of covers and articles. I mentioned that I'd been reading the magazine since high school and had never sen a typo in the magazine and they they had the best proofreaders in the world.
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