April 12, 2005
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April 12th, 2005.
It’s stupid that movies should impart bad dreams. Maybe it’s just coupled with the familial stress from my current circumstances (I’ve just cancelled my first shows almost EVER). Whatever it was, I dreamt post-apocalyptic dreams, of looting and survival-oriented improvisation. There was a lot of thinking in my head about where to pull people too. The…