dream.20110417: sharktopus attacks
¶ by Rob FrieselGiving blood. Lying on that bed in the bloodmobile. Two tubes running out of my arm. “Are you sure you can spare this much?” Languor. “Don’t drift off.” Everything is funny. Wake up to panic. Tearing down the street. Running; it’s me and two others. The Golden Gate Bridge. San Francisco. Where to run? It’s […]