Sunday, March 11, 2012

Day Eleven

I literally remember nothing about my dreams last night. I have vague recollections of pieces of dreams, that involve me moving through a typical day, and the only way I can be sure they are not reality is that I know the events did not take place. For instance, finding the drill I have been looking for in the trunk of my car. That didn't happen.  Apparently, somewhere in my brain there is a thought floating around about wanting to hang that damn mirror and not being able to because Jesse won't look for the drill.

I was hoping something that happened today would trigger a memory, but no such luck.

I'm sorry.

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