Last night I dreamed:

Lopping through city streets like a kangaroo, sometimes touching hands to pavement for balance, or to change direction, there are people running and bicycling past me, and of course automobiles. i am proceeding uptown, moving easily and quickly...i pass a dark patch in whose shadows a panhandler asks for spare change. i hop past him and he yells after me, "I only have a short time to live!," shaking his head in exasperation. Now it's light again. i cross an intersection, on a corner of which is a crowd of young people squeezing into a car to leave on a trip.


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