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smokingbootDidn't go to the river in the end. Next time maybe.
Dreamt I had a tattoo on my right wrist; words, a sonnet maybe. It had something to do a favour my old friend Arb Bennet had done for me, though I neither read the sonnet nor recollected the favour.
Thoughts about sleeping in the trees, in some kind of long tree-house at night, were interrupted by a visit to a museum. We were going to go in through the Egyptian doors, when I changed my mind. 'Not that way,' I said. The sarcophagi looked kind of threatening. I am sure this was my brain flipping out at me re-reading World War Z yesterday.
Dreamt I had a tattoo on my right wrist; words, a sonnet maybe. It had something to do a favour my old friend Arb Bennet had done for me, though I neither read the sonnet nor recollected the favour.
Thoughts about sleeping in the trees, in some kind of long tree-house at night, were interrupted by a visit to a museum. We were going to go in through the Egyptian doors, when I changed my mind. 'Not that way,' I said. The sarcophagi looked kind of threatening. I am sure this was my brain flipping out at me re-reading World War Z yesterday.
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