Dream Log 2
February 19, 2007
In a carpool on the way home from Dream College (where, as always happens in these dreams, I hadn’t been to Prof. Nightlinger’s class all semester) I noticed that Mele had grown long, white-blond dreadlocks. “You need to take your girlfriend to the vet, Doug, she’s covered in mats!” He laughed. She didn’t.
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aw. thanks, i think. i almost grew locks when i lived on teh hippie farm but whenever i hugged someone with them it felt like they had carpet on them. that and common sense deterred me form that little experiment!