Dream this morning: I was invited to lunch with a group of Buddhist monks; ended up getting stuck with the check because I was the only one who had a credit card. (Also, was served delicious food that doesn't actually exist. Waah.)
What is it with awesome stuff that doesn't actually exist in dreams? I was poking at playing a really nifty bit of sheet music on tiger_spot's piano in a dream night-before-last, and woke up to the sadness that it didn't actually exist. (The music, I mean; the piano is real. Even if it's only on loan.)
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:13 am (UTC)