June 9th, 2005


and *that* of course symbolizes...

I dreamed about Hugh Laurie, then about a wide array of cakes and pies, and then that I was leading a long parade of people toward the sea while my boyfriend sang Elvis songs. After that I emotionally tormented a gardener who'd stocked the public gardens with man-eating monsters. Since it wasn't realy his fault, though, I took him under my protection. And then there was a ship.