November 28th, 2002

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Pasta dream

Right before waking up today I was having some very intense dreams. The only bit I can remember at the moment? Discovering a new piece of fan fiction from my friend Kris, but instead of it being online, it was all written out on pieces of uncooked fettucine, only one sentence per piece. I found the equivalent of a whole package and picked it up and started to read, marveling at the fact that although the fettucine lacked page numbers, I seemed to have the magic abilities to read them in order.

Dreams are weird but I love to talk about them. Or is that "and I love to talk about them"?
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