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  • It was good that a bunch of crows woke me up early, because it helped me remember that I dreamt of a beautiful blue elephant. My elephant was harnessed to a heavy, heavily decorated wooden cart. He was trying to swim in frozen waters with the cart was floating behind. People were in this ocean screaming and drowning among large chunks of ice. I was hovering just over the scene, not flying, but like an observer of a movie with the volume turned quite low.

    My huge bull elephant wasn't painted blue, but naturally blue like a Hindu god. The shore circled around us a long way off and I watched helplessly as he was pulled under by his cart. I need to dream again to understand my magnificent being pulled under by my emotions.

    It was a strange night all around since I was woken by my daughter crawling into bed with me. She had to get Lewis Carroll out first and I saved my glasses and she said ouch as my pen got stuck in her hair and poked her and by that time I was awake and needed to go to the bathroom but she said we needed toilet paper so I got the rolls from the hall and finally got back to my room and opened the windows because it was hot and she went downstairs to the freezer to got me an ice pack, then she decided to go to her own bed because sometimes you think something will help your insomnia--but it doesn't.

    It seems in this world, beauty is considered best thin, perfect, and quiet. The beauty in my life is absurd, and I quite like it that way--like when I get several emails from cowbird whose subject line is truncated so instead of reading, John Smith loves your story, it says:

    Such and So loves you|
    This Nice Guy loves yo|
    That Person loves you |
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