I'm fishing off a dock with Paul and I catch a 23-pound walleye.
I'm working on a car catalog. I'm drawing a spread and I can't read Erick's (?) writing and I go over to his desk and he explains it.
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'm fishing off a dock with Paul and I catch a 23-pound walleye.
I'm working on a car catalog. I'm drawing a spread and I can't read Erick's (?) writing and I go over to his desk and he explains it.
One of the weirdest dreams ever. I was at the opera hanging out in the Donor Lounge. Nancy Moore came up to me and told me she was fired. I...
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