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 Author:  matt
 Dated:  Friday, September 24 2004 @ 07:35 PM PDT
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LifeI had a dream. It was an odd dream. It was a dream about a girl. There was no sex involved.

The girl wasn't somebody I knew, per se. She was a conglomeration of several women I know - even drifting seamlessly from brunette to blonde and back again as the dream progressed. She drove a very large truck for a living. I don't mean a large truck like a semi or something, I mean a truck big enough to have a twenty or so foot wide bench seat in the front and a second floor above. Her life and her job were inextricably intertwined and entirely nomadic. The truck never stopped rolling.

We were going somewhere together - a wedding or a prom or whatever... something formal. We went in my jeep, and her housetruck kept going without her, but driven instead by some friends of ours that had been there while we were getting ready, presumably so she could have a night out.

Apparently my dream is to get involved with an amorphous woman whose life and work are one and the same and lack any kind of definition or stability.

At least now I know what I want in life.



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