Extras

I never… okay, rarely… remember my dreams, which is too bad because I bet I have some wicked-ass hallucinations. Occasionally, I wake up with blurred snapshots and half formed impressions. About once a year I wake up with a total dream sequence seared into my mind like a ripped CD ready for instant playback.

I’m no dream expert.

I’ve always been perplexed by the appearance of large crowds of anonymous people in my dreams. Who are all those people? Did I dream them from scratch? Are they people from the bus stop that I passed by without a second glance? Do I appear as Guy at Bus Stop in other people’s dreams?
...and so it was written, shenry at 10/20/2003 08:52:00 AM.
...and so it was appended with .