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December 14, 2006
I must have reset the alarm accidentally. It went off at five instead of seven. I lay tossing for an eternity before falling asleep again and into a marvelously strange dream. A twisted tale, it began at work, but not really work, segued into a bit of strangeness involving a river or perhaps an old canal, then a farmhouse in which a group of us chased something (someone) around a dark garden, sped through the streets of London (that wasn’t London) in the basket of a bicycle (maybe), to end up in a restaurant waiting for a meal of slugs.