Like 2
days before Roger Ebert died, I dreamt that I was at a cocktail party, and over
in the corner in front of an offwhite wall there was a man who I thought looked
like Roger Ebert and I thought was him, but then I thought wasn’t, and then I
just wasn’t sure, as I kept looking at his chin and cheeks, since they’d been
remodelled after his one cancer surgery.
So, I
never talked to him.
. . .
Like 2
days after that, I dreamed that I was reading the obituaries, and there was
Nicki Minaj in a big long-haired blonde-and-pink wig and a silver sparkly
captain’s hat, and that’s how I discovered she was dead (in my dream).
. . .
I really
hope Nicki Minaj doesn’t die, though all the times where I’ve dreamed of death
and someone died, there was always this element to the dream where I saw them
but couldn’t recognize them, or they didn’t behave like themselves, like they
were already passing on somewhere.
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