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Saturday, October 25, 2008


I can't remember all that was happening, but it was a large place almost like an open market. I had come there for one reason or another, and there was a young girl there. I didn't know who she was in the dream but now that I am awake it seems to be that she was a new friend's wife. Her name is Merle and I call him Beardguy. I walked her down a brown aisle that had a long rug. She was getting married and as her only friend I was giving her away. The music played and swelled and I taught her how to march. This is not good.