42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Sometimes a good drive to nowhere in particular does the trick. Sometimes I need a trip to a national park. All I know is that I’m looking for soothing, for peace, since I can’t find it on my own.
There’s a magic in fog, and quiet, of mingling with only a few tourists on this cool, [...]

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I have a public bathroom phobia. I dream about bathrooms more often than I do my old companion the tornado.
But this is not about a recent horrible bathroom dream — though I’ve had one in the last week.
No, I wish I’d been dreaming. This bathroom — and I use the term loosely — may rival [...]

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It’s like an oven here in Fresno already, and I haven’t even noticed.
Strike that: I turned on the air conditioning for a time yesterday while in the middle of playing Oblivion. And I did leave the house briefly to go get groceries for the dinner I did not cook.
It was 101 yesterday. It’s been in the high [...]

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It’s a sisyphean task. Pointless, endless.Laundry is never done. I washed all my laundry today, and with the exception of one basket, it’s all put away too. And I hope to get that one basket put away shortly.I’d like to set fire to the pile still waiting to be folded, put away. That’d solve my [...]

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A few nights ago, I had another tornado dream. Yes, another one. All I can remember is a fragment.
I’m in a room of a house I don’t recognize. Perhaps I live here. Some of my immediate family is here.
I look outside at an eerily gray sky. The window is wide, takes up most of the [...]

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