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Originally posted by robustpuppy
Speaking of Canada, last night I had a dream that Peter Jennings was deeply in love with me and that we had a grand but non-sexual affair in the twilight of his life. We spent most of our time with a large crowd underwater and I learned how to ice skate backwards and nearly came to physical blows with another woman during a game of Scrabble.
I miss Peter Jennings.
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I dreamt that I was hanging out with Alanis Morisette, but she was very ill. I kept trying to get away from her because she was doing some sort of spoken word gig like VH1 Storytellers. She was singing all her awful songs.
This was the easiest dream to interpret... I'd heard her earlier at Starbucks, where they play that awful fucking acoustic version of her record. My disgust from the morning had revisted me in my dreams. Simple mind; simple dreams...
But I can't explain why suddently, at the end, she was Betty White instead of Alanis Morisette.
