Monday, August 22, 2005
A Dream
No time this morning for a proper first (second) post, but in the Jo-inspired spirit of more is better, I’m getting words on the page.
Last night I dreamed that Keith had included me as a silent partner in a complex project he was shepherding toward fruition. It had something to do with a tract of land in Oregon—half forest and half zoned commercial, located along Highway 99, the old El Camino Real—some shady Nicaraguans and broken down old armory which might someday hold Fight Club-type fights or even professional boxing matches.
Sometimes it’s nice when dreams don’t mess around with subtlety.
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