I dreamed last night that I was at a Mountain Goats show. And then a lady came in and pointed out, in the way that in dreams someone can tell you something while you're doing something else like listening to music, that the establishment we were in had been built that day, atop the wreckage of the just-demolished stadium where the Super Bowl had been played, also that day. In Columbia. I gotta cut back on the chili consumption, don't I?
(Later, my very orderly subconscious returned to the same dream, deciding that it hadn't been the Super Bowl but Nazi rallies. Hopefully, that wasn't supposed to have happened in Columbia. Tellin' ya-- too much chili.)
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