The other night I had a dream, the first I can remember in years. I snuck into a concert in a baseball stadium, not for the show but to see friends on the crew, and I was dressed in a baseball uniform, an old style, from not quite a century ago perhaps. I guess there was some sort of old baseball event going on before the show. As I was caught and branded a fraud, I woke up. Or at least, I think I did. My overactive internal censor brands me a fraud all the damn time.


This was published on 11 Apr 2008.
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