That Whole Rigamarole

Friday, May 09, 2003

Dream Journal

Last night I dreamt that I was walking my injured, pet black bear to the veterinarian's office. This bear had been a companion to my father during his service in Vietnam. The bear's injured foreleg was splinted with a ball-peen hammer. The first animal clinic that we visited was not able to help us: they didn't work on bears for some reason. We got to the next place in good shape and sat in the waiting room with kids and moms and their poodles and housecats and so forth.


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