I had a dream that we had Lil Bub. We must have adopted her after her fame had receded. It occurred to me that we could let people hang out with her for money. Why didn't her original owner think of this? (oh, he did) Then I realized the ocean-front cabin we had been staying in had many birds in cages, that I had simply forgotten to feed and water. I hurried in the dream, dreading losing one of them, so upset that I could let this happen. They all survived but they were starving.
There was an old Chevy van on the beach. We needed to move this boulder but no one could figure out how to get it in the van.
"Won't the tires sink into the sand?" "You'll have to drive on the more solid parts. "
a random collection of whatever from beyond the cosmic horizon; the psychic adventures of a rambling, gambling, heavy metal beatnik.
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