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Just now as I was looking at Andrew Arnold's ten best comics of 2002, I saw the latest Eightball was ranked #7, and I thought to myself, "Oh yeah! That's the one you color yourself." I suddenly realized that I dreamt last night about being in a hipster toy store and mulling over whether to get the new issue of Eightball that came packaged with markers for you to color the pictures yourself. A pretty cool dream, I suppose, but far from reality.
I don't know what this says about my sanity, but lately I've been filing away dream memories, then realizing later they were dreams. A few weeks back, I dreamt that my old high school pen-pal Laine had written me after seven or eight years. A few days later, sitting in RTF 395, Prof. Staiger reminded me of the letter, and I thought, "Oh, you need to write Laine back!" But, to my sorrow, I realized that Laine had not written me at all and it was only a dream. I would write her a note, but I have no idea how to get her current address.