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!
This was one of those long and frustrating dreams. I'm waiting for the bus at the city limits. There are a bunch of us and we can't ...
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