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old new york When I woke I wanted to scribble down some of the dream fragments that I remembered. Now hours and hours later, they don't make any sense to me. They might as well have been from someone else's dream. Well, anyway, here is what I wrote to myself. My new girlfriend wanted a pack of cigarettes and I wouldn't give her any money for them. All that I would do is keep naming brand after brand, which I thought was pretty funny, but she didn't. Personally I was amazed that I could name as many different brands as I did, since I don't smoke. In the dream, we were living in what looked like my old high school, but it wasn't quite the same as I remembered it to be. The multiple floors of the building felt more like layers, with one set inside the other giving the whole structure a strange hexagon shape. That was all that I wrote and it really isn't that clear to me what I meant by the hexagon shape. I do know that the woman was someone that I had never met. My mind does a great job of dreaming up new women each time I fall asleep. My biggest problem is that I can never quite remember what they say to me. There is something to be said for not owning a watch. When time isn't an issue, one can do things at his or her own pace. Since I fall into that category I managed to spend two hours in the book store without realizing it. When I first walked into the store, my main objective was to find a book with some photos of the Chrysler Building in it to scan and use for the journal. However, when I finally left I had purchased a Paul McCartney biography and a book about traveling in China. Somehow I didn't quite find what I wanted and walked away with something completely different, which is very typical of me. I also made some mental notes about other books that I wanted and would have to come back for some another day.
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