Monday, January 3, 2011

I woke up with such a strong sense of the changes that I've undergone in the last ten years.

I dreamt that I was Sean Lennon's babysitter.  When he was a boy able to talk, but still a little boy.

John Lennon was, by turns, in the dream (neither liking nor disliking me, but largely dismissive), and a memory to the dream's participants.  Dead.

The changes came from how little I cared to scheme to get phone numbers and useful info and position myself to take advantage of the situation (which i could tell in the dream was something I "would have done in the past"), and how much I just wanted to do a good job and be counted upon.

I'm sure I'll get hit by a bus soon.

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