dreams: June 18, 1998
before the rafting trip
I'm going to go rafting with a group of friends. We're getting
prepared for the trip. I walk into an apartment place to meet up
with them. Django is here. We hug, not letting go for at least
a minute; somehow the connection is very warm and comforting, feeling
just right for the moment.
Then I go to a nearby market to buy some supplies. I am
trying to pick out a notebook, since I know that we'll all be playing
Boggle. I pick out the first spiral on the shelf, and it's very
interesting because it used to be someone's journal. I read through
the penciled entries, wondering how the person would feel if they
knew the notebook was being resold.
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