fast times at...lior's afternoon?
i had an interesting day today.
after remembering one of my first dreams ever, i am convinced that the reason i don't remember my dreams generally is because they're simply too disturbing - my brain blocks them out. suffice it to say that my subconscious is a nasty place, indeed.
anyway, later i went for a run around the resevoir, and who did i run into? (rather - he ran into me!) not looking where he was going, a man bumps into me, and as i look up to apologize, who is it but mayor bloomberg? indeed.
after remembering one of my first dreams ever, i am convinced that the reason i don't remember my dreams generally is because they're simply too disturbing - my brain blocks them out. suffice it to say that my subconscious is a nasty place, indeed.
anyway, later i went for a run around the resevoir, and who did i run into? (rather - he ran into me!) not looking where he was going, a man bumps into me, and as i look up to apologize, who is it but mayor bloomberg? indeed.