Lesbian film
Right now, I don’t remember much about last night’s dream. I do remember saying to someone, “You know, if I went to Smith, I’d probably be a lesbian right now.” A large part of that is probably my utter envy of how cool citizenjane is. She seems like a wonderful character out of some indie film that Jake would introduce to me with his assurance that “this is your new favorite film.”
I can only remember pointless details, if that, about the dream. I was walking somewhere. Oh, the clarity!
Instead, I think I’ll go rant someplace else and leave this relatively bitter-free. Maybe I’ll take a nap sometime.