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I was dreaming again last night of my intense love of Mendo World. I was advising a couple who'd bought a property I used to [dream] caretake and telling them what they needed to do to keep it perfect. I was lumped in a heap of Mendonesians listening to someone give a transcendentally-satisfying lecture until a woman in the heap started getting fresh with me. So I left.
I was flitting to one secret home in the forest to another with a much loved old friend I haven't seen in too long and telling her she could have my dream man if that's what he wanted. My dream man — sort of an amalgamation of boyfriends past and only imagined — ended up coming to see me instead. It was intense.
We went to see the Winter Olympics being held just south of Elk, where they were giving a lifetime achievement medal to a man who rode a dressage stallion on ice skates. There was an unfortunate crash as they were taking their victory bow.
always and any time....
