For some reason, the last four nights running I've had dreams about walking the streets of Madison. They're flashbacks to a short business trip I took up there a while ago for a project that didn't work out, and I have no idea why my subconscious is pulling this, of all things, out to bludgeon me with right now.
And the worst part is, the dreams entirely skip the part where I went to the ice cream parlor.
Published on June 19, 2009 17:15