dream_goal epitome of incomprehensibility I'm trying to find the address I lived at when I went to Brock, and what bus to take to get there. This frustration is only halved, not removed, when I wake up: I know I'm not trying to get there, but I still can't remember the address and I'm annoyed at myself for forgetting. In the bathroom, I come up with the street name (but misspelled) and only one of the digits of the street number. The computer holds the full version. 260707 ... raze so often i'm just trying to find my way home, when i don't even know where or what that is anymore, or who might be waiting for me when i get there. in the best of these dreams, all the houses on an unfamiliar street came to life. they spoke to me and spun some of their strange magic to get me where i needed to go. each one with a face and a soul all its own. if only brick and stone were so willing to help the listless and lost in the_waking_world. 260709 what's it to you? who go blather from