Oy vey, I just woke from a very creepy bad dream. I was running through a dirt-filled stockyard/railyard, with other people (maybe I was a child in the dream, running with other children)... The soil got sandier, and then the worms appeared. Large, dry, eel-sized worms. They were *everywhere*...
The worst part was that my cat, Billie, was there, running with me.
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Ok, thanks, I feel better in talking about it. Eventually I'll head back to bed, but for now I've got Boz Scaggs and wireless internet to keep me company.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
10 months ago
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Is there some psychological connection to attonement in there, Stu? Just wondering. We Catholics share so much of the same type of guilt complexes with you :-)
That's a good question. I don't know what I have to feel guilty about, especially related to worms. But maybe...
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