Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Dreams 12/20
Had forgotten my dreams the past couple nights, too bad, they were wild. I know the first one was too wild to record. Anyways, last night I dreamt a boy from high school, John, was here with one of my old students, Michael. Sounds like Peter Pan, and I am something of a Wendy Bird. John said that Michael's bag of weed was not going to have a gold star anymore.
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...