Being for the Benefit of Mr. Jung
Two nights ago I dreamed that I was drawing blood from a patient in one of the rooms overlooking the tram, and when I went to put the needle in I reached all the way down to the tram cable (as though perspective had been flattened) and inserted the needle into the cable and drew blood from it. Then I went down to the bottom of the tram and demanded from the tram operators to know how that was physically possible.
Last night I dreamed that Corey was dating Mr. Big and the three of us were going to have dinner with the Dalai Lama. She was all freaked out that she only had six hours to get dressed. By the time I woke up, we were still in the mall trying on feathery headbands to go with our outfits. I never did get to the part with the Dalai Lama.
Last night I dreamed that Corey was dating Mr. Big and the three of us were going to have dinner with the Dalai Lama. She was all freaked out that she only had six hours to get dressed. By the time I woke up, we were still in the mall trying on feathery headbands to go with our outfits. I never did get to the part with the Dalai Lama.