Wednesday, August 14, 2013

A Dream

I had a dream I was on a subway from San Francisco to Las Vegas. I only had small change and paper money, pieces of paper folded in the middle like inside fortune cookies. The rent was due, but I still had a job and this was payday; but I didn’t show up for work. Instead, I took a trip and lost my suitcase with my cell phone and cameras and I lost my apartment, too. My dreams are filled with anxiety and feeling there’s someplace I have to be but can’t get there. Someone told me that’s the best way to get to where I’ve never been. Is that true?

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