I stumbled across an entry in a journal I kept while I was in Italy-well, this was a few weeks before I went overseas, I remember writing this around sunset at the beach in my hometown:
I thought to say I saw your face in the clouds today, the sky some brilliant shades of an ending day but as I glanced away only to find the crazy shapes that only you and I could see, you were gone and but a dream again. Just a fleeing memory of days I've seen.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Dreams & jokes
Forewarning for the reader looking for more than fictional entertainment: These dream documentations are merely for my own amusement years from now.
I was walking into some new bar in a neighborhood I lived in and the bartender asked me what I wanted to drink, as usual, I was indecisive about what to get and told him that he should just pick something or I was going to have water. He asked me if I had ever had a penniesidaways and I reply, "Oh, no I've never had one."
He then proceeds to take a penny out of his pocket and lay it flat against my palm and says, "Well, there ya go, a penny sideways. So, what would you like to drink?"
I can't help but feel proud of the humor that occurs in my dream. Or embarrassed?
I was walking into some new bar in a neighborhood I lived in and the bartender asked me what I wanted to drink, as usual, I was indecisive about what to get and told him that he should just pick something or I was going to have water. He asked me if I had ever had a penniesidaways and I reply, "Oh, no I've never had one."
He then proceeds to take a penny out of his pocket and lay it flat against my palm and says, "Well, there ya go, a penny sideways. So, what would you like to drink?"
I can't help but feel proud of the humor that occurs in my dream. Or embarrassed?
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