I don't normally write about my dreams because I don't normally have them. But I had 2 "doozies" this morning...Richard Gere was my Wal*Mart Pharmacist. I kept trying to lose weight and buy drugs. And this actress was there and asked me for a ride someplace and I gave her one and then brought her back, but I couldn't remember her name. She then went into the Wal*Mart bathroom and killed herself and I was the one that found her. I figured it must have been partially my fault because I told her she looked like Jodie Foster except that I couldn't remember her name.
Then I came home and I had a big, black horse. He was beautiful and he really seemed to like me. But it was time to put him away for the night, so I folded him up and put him in a travel bag and brought him to the stable so I could unfold him and put him away until morning.
I really need to find a place to live soon.
