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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

I Dreamt of My Dog Last Night

I dreamt of my dog last night. She was missing. And I was driving, looking for her.  Earlier in the night I had been dreaming that I was in Europe during the Cold War tracking down stolen Soviet equipment.  Crossing borders with fake passports.  I carried an unloaded gun.

But I was looking for my dog, Ranger. I miss that dog.

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