2008-01-29 - 4:19 p.m.
Of all the reoccuring dreams I have (the most frequent ones being realizing the deadline for projects I haven't yet started are impossibly near, being chased by things, and various scenarios of being naked in public) the only one that's interesting is also the only one I enjoy.
In it, I find food, randomly bump into people I miss, then give them the food as gifts.
So far, I've found a ham left unattended on a swing-set, a set of exotic cooking oils at the bus stop, a large wheel of cheese at the foot of a tree in a coastal forest, and a platter of turkish delights.
And there's no need to fuss over who gets what because we always wind up sharing in the end.
