Tonight Owen called me in to say he was scared about his dream:
"I'm scared because there was a building, like an office.
If you don't pay money to go inside, it kills you."
Still working on the interpretation.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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The other night I had a dream that I was a film star named Unkle Paddle. Weird.
Sounds like an argument for socialized health care.
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