The words "dream" and "nightmare" are interchangeable to me. It is both awe-some and scary that I believe I am in some other reality.
I had a dream/nightmare that there was a contest at a bar where old men in their 60's wore cat body parts like intestines around their necks and cat heads like hats. They were participating in a cat dinner contest to see who could make the tastiest cat dish. One man drank too much and he reeled over his meal spewing all over it.
I live OTR. Over-the-Rhine. On 13th and Reading. I woke up and shot a text to my friend Jillian to see if she wanted to partake in some coffee. I knew she wouldn't so I slipped into my ghetto jogging outfit: an over-sized sweatshirt and jumbo sweatpants (it's 36 degrees F outside). Yeah, that's right. I woke up and went jogging in the city. It is again like dreams, both nice and upsetting. I throw myself into life on an early Thursday afternoon. I mix myself into everyone else's life all around me. Gosh, there's so many people and I want to know what they're doing and where they're going. I stare at all the buildings, admiring their grandeur.
