Among other more
hazy dreams (something about
orson scott card? something about a woman with a long and unpronounceable name in the forest?), I dreamed that I deleted a long write-up in the dream log by
jessicapierce, and then was unable to go back and find the text, and when I tried to
apologize, she disappeared.
"..We remember, strangely, to ourselves in the mirror: "I used to dream of Paris and wild horses..."
(
Secretary Morning, by a poet whose name sadly escapes me. Here, the secretaries have just woken up from another night of mundane,
mundane dreams of filing and phones.)