Night before last I dreamt of Rufus Wainwright again. Only this time we just hung out, he wasn't a department store window dresser this time. This morning I woke up because I heard really loud music playing in the house, so loud the air filter machine in my room that drownds out most noises couldn't drowned it out. Once I woke up and really listened, I realized I the music was in a dream.
I think I did too much acid in the '80's.
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This is way better than the one I had where I was getting married and couldn't find my pants.
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