index | archives | notes Sunday, Mar. 08, 2015 9:44 a.m. << [ - ] >> Just woke up from a dream in which my father murdered his mistress (at her request?) and buried her body on a tiny island near the shore; buried her body between huge bones protruding from the sand. My lifeboat had collapsed, so I wrapped it around my waist like a pool noodle when I swam out to confirm. "No one can know," he said. Not sure exactly what Freud's analysis would have been, but I can't imagine it's anything good. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org