Dreamtime Power Surge

Last night I dreamt about a woman I loved way back in the day. The last time I’d dreamt about her was more than three decades ago, maybe a year or so after she’d left me. In that long-ago dream, I led her into an underground room lined with bricks, reminiscent of the sod hut…

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It’s just Lunch – More Goo

Ninth in a series [gs *] So, I spend the morning after that lunch aimlessly poking around in the goo in my heart, trying to figure out what happened. What, exactly, felt yucky? What did I do to prompt that bugling-eyed ook to start slithering my way? I’m not thrashing yet – I don’t feel…

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