A racist shooting occurs. Hundreds of people are shocked and they gather on the front lawn. They lie motionless for hours. Finally I get up and go to work.
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!
I was working on an advertising campaign with a partner. It was to promote a car company. Our boss was President Obama and he kept encouragi...
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