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being sick gives you wierd dreams.

- i met greg in the parking lot of a building that changes geographical location...at one time, it was in cali, another, it was in NYC. i had to get back home so we went past this area of the building that used to be an art gallery, but now it was a hockey rink, and now we were playing ice hockey and one of these little kids scored. i traded cars with his, but his was in the dirt mounds. lickily it worked and i was on my way out of town and into a bart tunnel bridge time vortex where i ended up at SF state with becca silvers and we were going to go to her experimental art class with this proffessor that i had never talked to but i thought she taught statistics. we went up to her lockers and she had these 4 pans of various substances ranging from powders to liquids. i accidentally spilt some of this brown liquid into a pan of milk and her teacher said bravo (in the congratulatory way), because today we wee going to start to experiment with "monograms," or was it "monochromes?" in any case she started to describe to me that a monochrome was a substance that had one unique coloring quality, like coca cola or dyes or some sort of dark amber syrup. i told the profesor that was cool, but i had to go.

then i awoke from the dream and i was still sick.

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