what_i_don't_learn_from_my_dreams leif Last night I had an anaphylactic reaction to something...and no one would take me seriously. I could feel my throat closing around the words "help, please, I'm allergic...I can't brea..." I eventually found benadryl and chugged it. Why wouldn't anyone help me? 150918 ... epitome of incomprehensibility So Malala Yousafzai didn't really email me, as she did in a dream... though was a bit startling to see her name in my inbox, she was writing on behalf of a charity initiative that was sending a mass email. Mass email = an email for weight and space, for Catholic churches, for math with a lisp. 150918 ... e_o_i Oh, and last night, it isn't true that my Ontario aunt and uncle started living together in 1976 but didn't get married until 2008. I was puzzling over that in the minutes after I woke up, since it seemed plausible that they could've pretended to be married when they weren't to appease more conservative friends and relations, but they just couldn't have gotten married in 2008, because my uncle was dead by then. (When did they really get married? Sometime in the 70s, I think - more than a decade before my parents did. But anyway.) 150918 ... jane how to deal with black widows. reference dream 10890, part C. 150922 ... paste! top 5 methods for transforming into a nappy 9-foot sasquatch before the wine bar closes. the 8th best method just leaves me with shortened leg bones. 150923 ... raze how to find some measure of lasting peace when my eyes are open. 240421 what's it to you? who go blather from