Thursday, September 22, 2005

Okay, though I know how much everyone loves recounted dreams, I will tell you only that last night I had the most vivid ones I can remember. One was a kind of reenactment of my leaving my parents' house, and it starred my dad, Thurston Moore (as the older brother I never had), William S. Burroughs (sitting on a desk I recognized as the kind we had in my elementary school), John Barlow, and Princess Leia (circa the first Star Wars movie and not, as Lisa assumed, in a gold bikini). Thurston and I had to kind of jumpstart our spaceships by driving them off a cliff and hoping we'd catch some lift before we hit the ground. Even though the technique was inscrutable even to us, we made it every time.

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