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I’ve been journalling a lot lately. I don’t know! Lately I’ve been thinking about what it means to keep a journal. Let me know about your experience keeping a journal! Later!

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Tomatoes

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Dream 22: chicago

“They still celebrate it in chiacgo.”. [xxxx]?” Well, winnie the pooh…triy to type innie in numbers and it goes to 4…i wonder what a ‘cult’ is if the name of the god is lost…if it counts at all…

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Dream 21: push

Push fridge [xxxx] coffin off ledge, no sound from below then flee as vampires chase me…they’re reciting rhymes about how they can catch me as i flee and then i have to close bar restauarant…telling customers i’ll email with them if they have any questions…one says that’s too much for me and i say…that i’ll just guide their instincts and it’ll be like when i’m doing a cook…

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Dream 20: say

“Love me love me say that you love me…”

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Smartness

I’ve been so busy with a lot of things but I finally got a chance to update.  I’ve been thinking about smartness.  What do you think?

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I miss you!

I miss you all! Hope everyone is having a good week and doing a lot of prep. I’ll talk to you all soon!

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Toodles!

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genius

I’m feeling great!

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Dream 19: worms

Teaching first day of first grade, there is a teaching
assistant who appears to be just a lampshade and a hat.  Teaching
place becomes [a place] & I hit on her after class, telling her she’s
so beautiful and I turn her around in an attempt to find her lips.
She says if she had any she would keep them under her brainstem.  I
realize that she couldn’t have smoked the cigarettes I gave her, and
she says she gave them to [xxxx] because he could enjoy them.  Before
she told me, I had tried taking the hat off her lampshade, but
realized that was no good.  She starts to cry and her lampshade starts
to break apart, revealing inside remnants of a face & mouth & brain,
all cracking & oozing out of ‘shade, then I look over at where I’d
been sitting & see my brain oozing out of a lampshade also, only mine
has totally decayed & is being eaten by worms.  I wonder how I am
standing there still alive with my brain all destroyed like that.
Then I become the old man who was teaching the class in the first
place, and she becomes a thin 50ish woman w/dark hair.  Then she
scolds me — “you old storylover!”  “Oh, bah!” I reply.

Before all this, there was a “dorky” kid w/glasses in the class who
stayed & sat around when the others had recess.  I thought of how much
like me he seemed, and how when I was six, I never thought of what
would happen w/[xxxx]in 11 years.  He fades out before the stuff w/
the lampshade woman.

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