My friend Matilda was given a car for her 16th birthday. It sat in the driveway with a ribbon on it and that night, after the surprise, after the tearful thank yous, near two a.m. or so, a storm came. Lighting hit the 16 year-old tree the father had planted the day Matilda was born. The tree fell, crushed the car. Matilda still hasn’t gone to get her driver’s license. It’s been six years now. ”You just can’t ignore that,” she tells me.
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Bleach expires. Check the date on the cap before drinking.
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There was a kid in my college dorm Sophomore year who jumped out of a third story window shattering his left femur. After he came to, he said that he had been trying to have a lucid dream for months. He said that when he jumped, he thought he finally had done it.
yuck. bleach is gross anytime. and garance dore is 1,000 times too chic for me. but i do like her blog.
I read about Lucid Dreaming back in the 70′s and determined to develop it and to that end I kept a dream journal faithfully for several years. I never did achieve much in that area…but since I was traveling and keeping a waking journal as well, I found it fascinating to note the flotsam and jetsam of waking life which found its way into the dreamworld.
Jeff. I remember when I first got my nintendo 64, Jesse and I played the James Bond game for at least ten hours straight.
I had constant shoot-’em-up dreams that night. Whenever I see any video game now, those dreams are what keeps me far far from playing it. (unless it’s Q*Bert in which case I would gladly welcome it into my dreams.)