I woke up this morning, which is better than the alternative, and remembered a weird dream. Sure, you’ve had those dreams before, but when you still remember it 2 hours later, it’s a goodie. I still remember parts of a dream I had after returning from a High School Jazz Festival in Florida in the late 80’s. I need to write this down as parts are fading, fast.
Anyway, I was some sort of secret, undercover guy. The scene opened at night time. I had a storefront to complete my image of whatever it was that I was pretending to do to be legit. The next morning, the storefront would be vacant, just as it was three days ago, with a big black and yellow “For Lease” sign in the window. I walked over to the place where I would be waiting for some guy. He was the type of guy who people were starting to believe didn’t exist. Anytime reporters or the public would call, he was out of the office. You would end up with a message from him on your answering machine, but no one ever spoke to him, directly or over the phone.
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