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Dream Log: May 29, 2000 (idea)
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Mon May 29 2000 at 15:34:29
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I felt bad
gossip
ing to one kid about another.
8 1/2 months pregnant
she walks
gingerly
,
perfect round belly
.
Preparing two packages for
Bizz
and being careful not to mail them accidentally, too soon.
Starburst
,
safety pins
. I kept putting things in the envelopes but they didn't get any
heavier
.
Was it Creche or
Candice
that we threw off the cliff? She was being a nuisance. She screamed and clawed and tried to pull everyone else over the edge too. I was preoccupied - someone had thrown a wig at me that was as big and heavy as a
fur coat
; it knocked me down and I lay trapped between dust and hair.
WHAM! Paper. Hit me like a semicircle.
Was it a real beach or a dream beach? A little lake with big rocks on the shore. Bizz was there - her JoEllen might have taken us there on a
Memorial Day
years ago. It felt like a tradition.
Hiding in the closet from the Lord of Evil. He'd already killed everyone else he was looking for. I had an advantage because I could tap into his brain and he couldn't tell. His computer systems could track my existence on the ship, my life signal, but not my specific movement. I jumped my brain down to the lower deck for a minute and was instantly sorry because I could see the fighting in the sky from there. I went back up to my deck. I found a dead man and stapled him to the
bulletin board
and stapled my uniform on top of him. I slit his throat and his
belly
and made it look messy. I was pretty sure the Lord of Evil didn't know what my face looked like, and he might think it was me hanging there. To make my life signal blink out, I covered myself in heaps of
polyester
clothing as I crouched in the closet. He was coming, I could hear his heavy feet.
Going to see
Dinosaur
with my dad, in a church. We sat down but a little girl in a white dress wasn't satisfied and moved us a few pews up. I was behind an old woman with an immense bush of hair.
Estimating the number of words on a page was a lot like
hang-gliding
, and we all thought that was pretty funny.
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The eye contact game
eye contact
contact information
contact explosive
Knights of the Lambda Calculus
So it goes
IRL
contact juggling
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contact buzz
contact lenses
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