Many of my dreams involve me looking for my car because I can't remember where I parked it. When I finally do find it, it's this weird little thing that's more like a cart than a car. It drives very strangely and always low to the ground, and it's often a question whether it will get me home or not.
This must have some strong, strange symbolism.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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