Saturday, February 02, 2002

Dreams Again

My dreams seem to work as therapy. They usually act out dramatically some problem I've having in my brain, something I'd rather not think of much during the day.

Either that, or I dream up ideas.

Lately, I've been waking up wondering where I am or who I'm in the bed with. About once or twice a year, I'll have dreams about being back in the drumline, which is usually scary, since it's me not knowing the set or something on the football field. Of course underwear dreams.

Rusty.

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