Dreams last night...

[oakenguy]

I had a very Tim Powers-inspired dream that fragments of ghosts--not real spirits, just echoes, very incoherent--were waking up all over town. For some reason, they all felt compelled to write up written reports on various things and slip them under my door. Did I mention they were brain-damaged and incoherent critters? I remember reading one sheet of paper that was a review of a concert at the Fleet Center, and it said 'Brown brown slurbgobble.'


Later I was driving around southern Maine with Muhammed Ali, who was really really nice. We were going to visit my Uncle Billy because Ali had never seen a dairy farm. Ali was explaining that he didn't really specifically enjoy the hitting part of boxing--it was all about the competition for him, and he would've been just as happy if it'd all depended on the insults they threw back and forth in the practice room. Then we parked, and immediately things got awkward because Ali recognized Auntie Sue as someone he'd gone out with briefly in college.

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[oakenguy.livejournal.com]

lol! These days, it's impossible to see or hear "kitty" without a little piping voice in my head chiming in with "Mike Azowski!!!"

Welcome to my list. :)