Thursday, January 29, 2009
In the dream the plane went down on Catalina Island instead of in the Hudson river. Obama was psyched to see the lights of the town reflecting on the water at the port. I was about to say well you should see the fennel and wild animals on the far side of the island the warm night air is amazing but then I thought it might come out the wrong way. Anyway It was getting late. The crash was messing with the inauguration schedule so I suggest we better get going you know everyone's counting on you.
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your dream is like a surrealist poem, wonderful!
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