I’m so glad I decided to jot these dreams down early this morning. I would have completely forgotten most of the details.
Somewhere in my REM cycle, I was applying for a job. 708 more words
So, I dreamed I knew The Monkees, and they (as young fellas) got booked at a biker bar in the South by an agent. I had to tell them it was a biker bar, and although I know some bikers who like the Monkees, this was likely not that kind of group. 151 more words