I was at the ball field in Corder, the tiny town I lived in in my late teens. It must have been work related, because B was there. I was driving a Camero, which is ridiculous, as I have never owned anything sporty or wasteful nor desired to, not since I was like 9 or …
Tag: dreams
Sep 29
Bunto
So I learned another word in my sleep. Quite some time ago I posted how I had learned a word in my sleep–pickle-faced–and it was a word I hadn’t ever heard until my dream. Two nights ago it happened again. In my dream the word wasn’t explained. “I killed three buntos,” the guy said. When …
