Sunday, February 24, 2008

A dog, Emile.

Lots of odd dream imagery which I won't share here.   Although at one point I was standing on a ledge with three other people.  Although it felt like we were on the outside of a building, I have the sense that we were inside -- perhaps it was another indoor mall setting.  

In any case, the four of us were shuffling along the ledge in a kind of hay dance move -- the first and third of us going left, the second and fourth going right.  When we reached the end of the line, we'd change directions.  As we were shuffling past each other on the ledge, we chanted, "A dog.  Emile.  A dog.  Emile."  At times it sounded like "A dog.  A meal."  We did this chanting and shuffling for some time.  
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