April 8th, 2003

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Death Row Dreams

I've already said I find listening to other people's dreams as interesting as hearing about their diets. I rarely remember my dreams but last night's was vivid and recurring. I will make this quick and if anyone wants to make a stab at analysis, be my guest.

I am on death row. A Robert Prosky-type figure and some other man help me escape. I am free for a day or two then I am sent back to certain death the following weekend. I pass through a courtyard where I see Sandra Bernhard with some friends. She gives me a kiss.

I wake up in a sweat.
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