I cross the street to use a telephone. A bus passes by. My only thought is, “autobus.” I wake up and find that I am beginning to urinate in the bed, and stop abruptly.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Urine Bus
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A log of all the terrifying dreams of George. Read at your own risk.
I cross the street to use a telephone. A bus passes by. My only thought is, “autobus.” I wake up and find that I am beginning to urinate in the bed, and stop abruptly.
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