Sherry Chandler » Call of the wild
Call of the wild
Strange dreams haunt this spring. One night my son woke me, a bit freaked because I was crying out in my sleep. I spent all last night writing code that, when posted, would reveal the Bush administration’s perfidy. That would be funny if it weren’t so sad. Historically, cats have featured in a lot of my troubled dreams. Once, when my twins were crawling age, I dreamed I was walking down a bank beside my grandfather’s barn, one child cradled on each arm, when they morphed into wildcats, leapt out of my grasp, and ran like lightning for the thicket.
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