-July 16ish, Dreamt that I was driving a truck, and I was going very fast, too fast, and I turned into a parking lot and fishtailed and hit the curb hard. I got out and looked at the tires and there were bulges where I had slammed the curb. I had pulled off University into the parking lot of Dr. Gary Morely, the podiatrist who operated on my left big toe two years ago.
-June 24, Dreamt that we were in the Middle East, and Dave Smith wore a uniform, like a Boy Scout uniform. He was playing ladder-ball, throwing the balls toward a wall seperating the Palestinians from the Isrealis, and there were people around us wearing different uniforms, of their respecive clans, and I was really worried Dave was going to accidentaly throw one of his balls over the wall (it wasn't very high) and inadvertently start a little war, gunfire, casualties and all.
Random thoughts on most things from A. M. Craig.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
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thats why they call me the Ca pi tan. I'm A lot like che in that respect
Oi Capitan, mi Capitan...
Didn't the thing with the truck actually happen to you once?
Kind of. Only there was more horse involved, and less curb and foot doctor.
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