I drive to downtown St. Paul with Eleanor Sertich. We're going to a couple museums. She needs some money so she walks over to a bank. A restaurant owner says I shouldn't park there because he needs the space for his restaurant. We get into an argument. I go to the bank and get Eleanor. We go to Tony's and chat. We get along just fine. Then we go back to the parking to the parking spot and the owner put a bunch of pizza boxes to reserve the spaces. I park there anyway and we visit some cool museums.
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!
Monday, July 21, 2025
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