January 14th, 2003


The brain has gills through which it can see...

AKA, don't wade into my subconscious without hip-boots.

I had a good half dozen impressive dreams last night. One involved saving an injured man from an auto accident, only to find that he was married to a woman I had a crush on in college.

But that's not what I'm here to write about. It's that in another, two coworkers, myself, and Cath were driving home(?) to somewhere in Cambridge, MA. And we're catastrophically low on gas, so we pull into this really out-of-the-way full-service filling station. Cath entertains the proprietor/attendant while my two coworkers proceed to burgle his apartment above the station.

Happy New Year, Cath. You're an accomplice.