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Friday, April 01, 2005
I haven't left yet...

I just have to blog about this. Blogging seems to be so much on my mind that as I was dreaming these long, vivid, and complicated dreams, I was thinking "I have to blog." I had a dream that it was election night, 2008. Much like election night 2004, I was online and watching PBS at the same time. Condi was running against Kerry (yikes, another candidate couldn't be found?) and much like 2004, I thought and preyed that Kerry would win. Instead, Condi won, and my dream turned into some kind of nightmare about an axe murderer. I woke up from that at 2am and went to check the locks on the doors. I had another dream about my high school technical theatre direction, Mr. M (who left my HS and moved to Florida after his wife, the director of our plays, passed away from cancer my junior year). I went back to my old high school to visit and they had just won the state One Act Play competition. The new technical direction he had talked to Mr. M. and told me that Mr. M. asked about me and missed me. In the dream this made me cry. So, putting the election and axe murderer dreams aside, the 3rd dream makes me want to look up Mr. M. I'd love to see him again. I think he and Mrs. M. were partly responsible for me "you can always do better than that" attitude as they always pushed us to each work harder and do better than we thought possible.

posted by knit wit | 4/01/2005 07:01:00 AM

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