Last night I dreamt that I was the long lost daughter of Bruce Lee.
The man was in my dreams. I admire him, but I'm not a fanatic like my brother and his friends. So why I would dream about him boggles my mind.
Anyway, in the dream he was so excited to have found me. He even wrote his phone number down on a slip of paper so that I could reach him whenever. And now I'm trying to remember what those numbers were -- would so come in handy for a lottery ticket!
When I woke up, I was a bit out of it because...I have a real dad.
I should also sketch out one of my more whacked out dreams which involves a sea of floating dead fish in the sky.
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