Sunday, December 23, 2012

Dream

I remember being like in a shop, like in a school, with a tall, supple, thin black man with a round, more big head in charge.  I remember at 2 points I was writing down things concerning him.

There was an Asian guy, I think.  I was writing about him.  I think he taught or something.  The guy was telling someone he was from Tennessee.

I remembered it just awhile ago, but it's hard to remember, now.

I think I was waiting a lot.  People were doing their thing.  I saw them going along.

I was kinda in power, writing things down, like a list of notes.  I was kinda organized and comfortable.