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dreaming of a street sweeper.

March 8, 2010

This morning, after one of my early morning trips to the restroom, I crawled back into bed, excited at the thought of a few more hours of sleep before facing the day. I drifted right back to my dream.

There I was, running along with a street sweeper behind me in a dead pursuit. I could hear the rhythmic sweeping noise as it chased me along. Purr, purr, purr. Its brush touched the pavement, cleaning everything in its path. I couldn’t shake it. I went right, he went right, I went left, he went left. The sound was growing louder– he was gaining ground.

And, at the moment when he was about to get me, I became coherent enough to realize… that the purr? It was Dustin. Snoring.

Dream? More like a nightmare.

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