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a change of clothes would be nice
Dec. 28th, 2005 11:31 pmDiane:
I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was back in Twin Peaks, in my firm yet comfortable bed at the Great Northern. On one side of me was Annie, sleeping the sleep of the innocent yet dressed like a worker from One Eyed Jack's. One the other side was a young, disheveled man in a velour tracksuit. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling and counted to sixty-three, at which point the door to my room swung open and Sheriff Truman sauntered in, in a cowboy hat and gunbelt, and told me to pick my favorite flavor of bubblegum.
I awoke in the caves, on my makeshift bed of my coat and a number of island grasses, with my hand wrapped around a palm-sized round stone with strange markings on it.
I have no idea what this means, Diane, other than that I may have a choice ahead of me.
That, and I need to get out more.
I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was back in Twin Peaks, in my firm yet comfortable bed at the Great Northern. On one side of me was Annie, sleeping the sleep of the innocent yet dressed like a worker from One Eyed Jack's. One the other side was a young, disheveled man in a velour tracksuit. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling and counted to sixty-three, at which point the door to my room swung open and Sheriff Truman sauntered in, in a cowboy hat and gunbelt, and told me to pick my favorite flavor of bubblegum.
I awoke in the caves, on my makeshift bed of my coat and a number of island grasses, with my hand wrapped around a palm-sized round stone with strange markings on it.
I have no idea what this means, Diane, other than that I may have a choice ahead of me.
That, and I need to get out more.
