Patrick Glendon McCullough
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Patrick Glendon McCullough

Vivid dreams lately.

Two nights ago: I'd found some grand beautiful house in New Jersey I was thinking about buying (though I knew I couldn't afford it). Two friends suggested, as an alternative, that I look into affordable housing in New Jersey and guided me through a tour of a dim apartment with narrow halls filled with piles of clothes and black cats. It was depressing.

Last night I dreamed that I was staying with an older friend and sitting moping on his couch. He was trying to cheer me up telling me I wasn't going to die and that I should have breakfast. So I put some oatmeal into his microwave, but thoughtlessly had it in a metal cup so it started sparking and the oatmeal expanded and was pouring out of the microwave. Then my friend collapsed, clearly having a heart attack. He put me off calling for help, but eventually gave in and I ran outside to get a signal and luckily there was a parade of nurses going by. A couple went in to help, then more and more until the house was packed and one of them started to say it was too crowded and lamented the fact that there was no doctor among them.