Strange Dream

Last night, by the way, I dreamed that I had to improvise an opera about being buried alive.  And naked.

All I can figure is that it’s a conspiracy between Sigmund Freud, Edgar Allen Poe, and Wayne Brady to control my dreams.

One thought on “Strange Dream”

  1. Zing!

    (I’m waaaaaaaay behind in google reader, lest you notice a trend in my comments on old posts.)
    (Oh, also: clicking in from google is no longer resulting in errors, so that’s all good)

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