I'm working at an ad agency in S.F. and I get a writing assignment. The only info I have is a piece of paper with a photo of a jazz group on it and some bios of the musicians. The assignment is due on Friday and it's Thursday. The A.E. shows up and asks me how it's coming along and I tell her I need more direction and information. Then I'm washing the floor. It's looks a bit like our basement. I have a metal salad bowl and it gets real dirty with rusty water.
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!
Thursday, October 3, 2024
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