clown cereal

The night before last I dreamt about cereal. Clown cereal. Actually I dreamt about a place: a table in a dirty off-white/pale yellow kitchen. There were 2 or 3 other kids there. I was eating marshmallow clown cereal. When I woke up, it was fuzzy but it kept nudging me. Marshmallow clown cereal -- I remember that. And I remember that table in that house. It was the baby sitter "Mary" who lived down the streat from St. Anthony's church where my brothers went to school. 1969. I was 4. And the clown cereal was real.

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