Come back, zinc…
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I can’t even recall if we were at a party or in a bar. That’s how fuzzy it is. But I remember talking to my boss about how he’d lost a fortune investing in Canadian zinc mines. That really surprised … Continue reading
Category Archives: Dreams
Randomly Friday
Assorted thoughts while spending a Friday evening with Gene Tierney: The first day of fall is always a happy day in my world, meaning as it does that the long hell of summer is coming to an end. I’ve been … Continue reading
Smoky dreams
Nearly eight years after quitting, I find that still smoke a lot in my dreams. I Invariably end up having a cigarette just before I wake up. Then, when I’m in that brief half awake moment, I get really sad … Continue reading
Late night frolic in the bedroom
Last night about 3AM, I woke up needed to take a whiz. This is not in itself unusual. What was unusual was that I had apparently been dreaming I was in a motel room right before I woke up. When … Continue reading
Dreams: Cyndi’s News
This week has been really insane, and I needed a little break. Last night, I went on a group tour of a museum with Mark and my grandmother. We got a little annoyed at my grandmother for insisting on coming … Continue reading
Creepy Dream
OK, so this is the creepiest dream ever: I’m sitting in a very nice restaurant with close relatives and maybe a friend or two (although I don’t remember WHO). We’re all about to have dinner, and I’m a little peeved … Continue reading
Dreams: Naked in Fourth Ward
I slept horribly, first having trouble getting to sleep at all and then repeatedly waking up, but finally I dozed for a good long stretch… About 7:15, I woke up. In my grogginess, it took me a few seconds to … Continue reading
Dreams: Immigrating to the Sex Club
Interesting dream, but mine was stranger, I think. I don’t remember all the details, but the basic plot was that Mark and I were immigrating to Canada. The checkpoint and sign-in for immigrants was part of a very large semi-outdoors … Continue reading
Dreams: The Bus
It was a really long and very cold San Francisco day, and I was glad to see the 12-Folsom finally coming down The Embarcadero. Once I finally got on the bus, I realized I only had a five dollar bill. … Continue reading
Randomly Monday
I’ve been having a lot of vaguely odd dreams featuring members of my family lately. Not disturbing, mind you, but just odd. For example, in one, I drove to the mall with my aunt and ran into my parents there. … Continue reading