February 15th, 2004


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Last night I was running through my neighborhood, trying desperately to escape my sister Fina, who along with some neighborhood kids that in reality moved away years ago, were chasing me for reasons unknown.

I ran through some backyards across the street, which led to an abandoned industrial area. Lots of rubble, post-apocalyptic type stuff. And, oddly, a really nice black and yellow bike locked to a post. That's the one image that stood out. Sort of a way out, which was unavailable to me.

By the way, this is a dream journal. I'm into dream analysis, so if you're reading these things please feel free to comment with your thoughts.
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