The postmark burning jet black in the summer sun
And then I dreamed that books were commonly translated from and into Etruscan, which I was learning from a bilingual collection of folktales. I hope this doesn't mean I'm due some kind of conventional wish-fulfillment dream, just for balance. There really aren't any actors I want to sleep with, and if I won the lottery, I'd mostly use it for practical things.

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I was thinking more like Jung's collective unconscious. But maybe that's a balancing act—I dream of Etruscan textbooks, someone else wakes up from a date with . . . Eric Bana?