Well, I was cleaning for Little One's first birthday party (can you imagine - me cleaning!!! ha ha) and I found my old dream journal. I've been glancing through it and it's amazing how awful I am at names. I'm much better with faces, even though I can't always place where I met someone. Sunday, for example, Dave, the kids and I went on an impromptu walk. There's a shiva happening on my street and as I'm almost home I see someone I recognize, who also recognized me. We went through the list of Jewish hangouts, but it was actually band from ages and ages ago. I can't go many places without recognizing someone.Anyway, as I'm glancing through the journal, I happen upon this entry:
"1/22 & 1/23/92
Long intricate dreams I couldn't remember."
Some things just don't change.
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