i dreamt this dream i've dreamt before, about escaping with a bunch of other girls from a school rampaged by khaki-wearing pirates. i remembered the path we used to escape, and even the man at the end of the street whose backyard we had to pass through. my french was rustier now when i asked for permission but he was just as friendly. we went around his house and hid out in this indie theater where in a new addition to the dream i saw kiefer sutherland wearing a white shirt with a large collar and a black suit jacket, clutching his hand. i squealed and pounced upon him, shaking his hand and asking him what he was doing there... he told me he had arthritis and was hiding out because hiding was good for it. i apologized for having grabbed his hand and was going to ask him for a photograph but the pirates came and he shooed us away and we were back on the road again.
trouble sleeping
tremblements de coeur et de terre
