Wednesday, May 06, 2009


Today I was out of breath when I woke up from a dream in which I deserted a friend when an intruder threw tiny knives at him and I ran past him as fast as I could in my Better Him Than Me mode and I ran past everything I could find until I reached the mountain and then home somehow and the police were there of course and they asked me to sit down and answer a few questions and I said first I want to know did he survive and they said Yes he did and so I breathed a sigh of relief as I plopped down in a leather chair and the policeman said Perhaps you would be more comfortable in another chair and I said Why? and he pointed with his notepad to the tiny knife punctures that were everywhere on the leather chair.

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