I'm at some kind of event (wedding?) doing a photo shoot. Someone steals my camera and camera bag with all my equipment. I rifle through my Uncle Tom's room and I find various pieces of photo equipment when he walks in. I feel guilty about doing it, but I'm pretty sure he's the culprit.
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!
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7/1/26
I'm wandering around with Wally and Jim Damberg on Mack Ave. We talk about how Fiddler's Music is closing and we should visit it o...
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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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A roomful of people are killed because they were wearing headphones. I'm alive and have to fake being dead and then try to escape. I...
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I'm at a Phish concert by myself. During the break the band goes out to lunch and I go with one of the members. I have trouble followi...

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