dream dream

last night i dreamt that semaphoria and i spent time together. during which i gave her a... thing that i can't remember, and she gave me a goregeous collection of books bound in silk, and wrapped in a goregous indian silk blanket. we talked about different songs with lyrics that were too fast for singing along by they might be giants, and songs that had words spelled out in them.

we shared a room that was eerily reminiscent of a room i think i may have stayed in once in san sebastian, spain. we took turns plugging our respective iPods into the clock radio, and later dr. forkbeard showed up and we had breakfast on the veranda.

it wasn't as surreal as the octopus dream, but it was lovely all the same.

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