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!
Joe and I are on vacation in England for a week. I spend my day on a bus where they play the music of Oregon. On the last day of our trip, J...
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