Dreaming of an internship, and a burglary

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Early this morning I had a dream that my sister and I were returning to my parent's house in South Philly after an event. Bridget opened the front door and I panicked-- the lights were on inside and our opening the door had startled a strange man who was standing in the doorway to the basement. We slammed the door shut and I tried calling the police on an archaic cell phone. The last thing I remember before waking up was running around the corner to Warnock Street. I woke up to go to the bathroom and then went back to sleep, this time to a better dream.

I dreamt that it was my first day working at Mother Jones Magazine and everyone was really nice to me. The office was located in a large building which reminded me of the main branch of the Philadelphia Free Library. I walked down a dusty old hallway and found the magazine headquarters tucked into a corner. There were about six computers in the room and two girls who were busy editing a piece on one side of the room smiled at me as I walked in and told me they were happy that I was there.

I had a nice dream and a nightmare. I guess that's an even trade. The nice dream was a motivator, and the nightmare is just a reflection of the macabre junk food I consume. I heard that Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay of Law & Order Special Victims Unit may be leaving the show soon, so that one less show about murder and crime to plaque up my brain cortex.



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