I'm a University Lecturer in English and the author of a novel, The Secret of Hurricanes (MacAdam/Cage 2002). My life is summed up by Rumi, who said: "My story gets told in various ways: a romance, a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy." Rumi's quote is the epigraph to Hurricanes. The purpose of this journal is to explore creativity and the writing life.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A Dream
Last night I dreamed I went to a grave yard. It was huge. There was also a huge barn that was full of graves. I dreamed that Erin came to meet me at the barn. She brought me roses and a chocolate cake.
Roses and a chocolate cake...I like that.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, was this me Erin? If so, that's interesting because I had a turn around on Tuesday evening to Wednesday morning.
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