I had another set of weird dreams last night.

Clover, the burnout, thinks that my dreams may actually be memories from my past life coming to the surface.

She also believes that rocks have feelings and humans evolved from acorns.

I dreamt that I was at a gas station on some winter night. I was outside of my body, looking down, watching.

A nervous man was fumbling in his pockets to the right of the doorway and stealing quick, furtive glances at the clerk.

I walked behind the man and let my hand brushes against his arm.

He looked me in the eyes and was shocked. He said, "What do you want?"

I replied, "Shalom."

Then I woke up.

So Clover, tells me this must mean something. I tell her she smells like apple butter and horse shit. She tells me to fuck off.

I have to get back to work.