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Oct. 10th, 2017 07:11 amI slept poorly. When I finally fell back asleep, I dreamed I was wandering around downtown Phoenix*. I did wonder why the 7-11* and Denny's* were playing the same classical music. Eventually I woke up enough to realize that was my alarm, which is set to the local listener-supported classical music station. I was too tired for said alarm to actually wake me up.
Then BART was oddly packed, which meant that I couldn't pull out the paper. Instead I just stood there, hanging on a strap, feeling like a dead-eyed wage slave.
*-analogue. It was pretty clearly not the real thing, although I could tell that it was simultaneously supposed to be and yet different, while not breaking the dream. Dream logic is weird.
Then BART was oddly packed, which meant that I couldn't pull out the paper. Instead I just stood there, hanging on a strap, feeling like a dead-eyed wage slave.
*-analogue. It was pretty clearly not the real thing, although I could tell that it was simultaneously supposed to be and yet different, while not breaking the dream. Dream logic is weird.
