I'm in a commune in Sarnia. The Mick is there and she's giving me strange vibes like I'm trying to hit on her or something. I take her aside to talk and I tell her I just want us to be friends and I want her to be happy. I'm working on a diorama and it's this bizarre scene with small plastic dinosaurs. The we're at the border heading back to the U.S. A heavy-set Canadian border guard who has a thick Arabic accent asks for my ID. I show him my passport card and it has a goofy face on it. He tells me it doesn't look like me. I show him my driver's license only it doesn't have a picture on it. He crosses the border with us and on the U.S. side, we have to line up and stare into the eyes of a soldier. He's going to identify us by doing a retinal scan.
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 16, 2025
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