Thursday, February 5, 2009

even my snippets are crime-related

Sometime during the night I dreamed that my daffodil bulbs in a pot had started to bloom, and they turned out to actually be hyacinths. They were several different colors and types, and they smelled so good.

Then just before waking up I dreamed that I was driving a car and planning to navigate by memory in southern California. I was pretty confident I could do it, but I wondered if I should buy a map just in case. There was a guy making a left turn onto the street where I was, and I knew he was a Russian mobster.

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