Dream, 3/2/2012

Again with the bike, again with Karla Drive. (Apparently in my dreams I am close but never quite make it home.) I took the bike to a shop "in town" and exchanged it for another. I stopped in a pub and ran into Megan, who was hiding from her landlord. He showed up and ranted. Later I was at a party and left to get my car, but Rihanna insisted that she would drive. She had her red hair. She drove, and Jay-Z and I sat next to her. We passed a George Washington Bridge-like bridge. Even later there was a man whose features were all being blown out of proportion by a very strong fan, and from under his hand crawled a roach. I woke up wondering what it would be like if a cockroach were my spirit animal.

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