Had a couple of dreams come with the snow. First, a short one: I was sitting at my laptop, here, watching a trippy animation. My friend, Carl, provided the vocalization. It was a bit raspy and dark, and the animated landscape moved across the screen with his voice, quite psychedelic.
Next, I was at the mall where I met a chubby young ginger girl dressed for winter. She was wearing glasses, a big silver and wool hat, a matching metallic puffy coat, and boots. She asked if I'd have pancakes with her. Told her I wasn't the breakfast sort, maybe just toast and coffee, but went along. The restaraunt was spacious and crowded. We sat at a booth, and she crammed in, across from me, looking rather uncomfortable. The woman behind her started talking to us about the south for some reason, notably Savannah,and snakes. Then a big jovial black man sat down next to me. Don't remember how it came up, but I mentioned The Kid Smeller we all suffered, he laughed. He said he liked the ginger girl's kitty boots. They looked like Hello Kitty in space: tall, silver, puffy, with a white cat face in front and a fluffy wool lining exposed at the top. I said she should go on some television game show with those and compete with another girl.
I woke wondering why we're called election deniers, but the commies aren't called election riggers.
