can i do this?
did i do something wrong?
is this tree i'm barking up not my own?
... all these things percolate overnight and i dream of my computer filled with water; a heavy dew has fallen in the student union where i left it overnight. Dr. ______ is somewhere in the dreamscape, but i do not know where. i pour the water out, hoping it will turn back on, waiting for it to dry.
it all seems so logical and frightening
and segues into a dream of the theater. ropes run through head blocks and come undone from arbors. the curtain hovers overhead as try to retie the knot...
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