I don't know if it's the headaches stirring the sludge or what, but I've been having bizarre dreams again lately. The other night I dreamed a figure off a Greek vase was chasing me, and not in a way that was remotely stately and serene like the Keats poem. That was one of the worst ones because when I woke up with the alarm, the after image of that big-eyed freaky white figure was still lingering. I've got to get this stuff on paper sometime. It's just strange enough to find a following somewhere.
Well, after a day of tanks on the highway, heavy rain, and migraines, I think it's bed time....
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