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She’s going in for gastric sleeve surgery today. I slept in the same bed at her request, presumably for comfort.

I woke with a start in the middle of the night when I had a brief dream where I was sipping water from a small pill cup, and the water turned out to be green and moldy.

When I calmed down I dreamt was trying to stay on the back of a large black horse. Reckon my mount was going too fast, or running too rough, and I fell off. Now I was on the side of the car I usually drive to work, and an angry black bull was released. He stampeded across the dusty ground, I climbed atop the car, and that thwarted the bull’s attempts to crush me. Until the bull decided to jump up onto the hood of the car, whereupon I slid off the trunk of the car. With a huff, the bull hopped onto the car’s roof. I was more concerned about the bull breaking windows or denting the roof than for my own safety. The car remained intact but that’s around the time I woke up.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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