Apr 15, 2006 10:44
Last night I dreamed that we nuked Iran. And that I went out and found a bunch of black clothes at the Goodwill because I didn't want to wear anything else until I made it out of the country for good. And kept having to explain to people why I thought it was a big deal.
This is not what dreams are supposed to be like.
I used to dream about dragons and magic harps and adventures every single night. I don't mean when I was eight, I mean when I was seventeen. Now, putting on a black armband.
I don't have a very comfortable relationship with the world these days.
Nevertheless (all the more?), Baruch atah adonai eluheinu melech ha-olam borei pri ha-gafen.