From L.K. :
"I dreamt last night that Mark Lamoureux was homeless and begging for change in Harvard Square. I made a special bundle for him with a poem wrapped on the outside and a snack on the inside, but I don't think it was what he wanted."
"Stranger, dreams are very curious and unaccountable things, and they do not by any means invariably come true. There are two gates through which these unsubstantial fancies proceed; the one is of horn, and the other ivory. Those that come through the gate of ivory are fatuous, but those from the gate of horn mean something to those that see them."
This is a collaborative dream-archive blog. If you are interested in adding a dream to the blog, send an email to mark_lamoureux@yahoo.com