Friday July 19, 1985
I spent a miserable night trying to find and catch or kill a cricket that prevented me from sleeping for more than a few minutes at a time before it would start chirping again. Of course every time I got up and started looking for it, the cricket would stop chirping.
The same night a close friend dreamt there was a cricket in his room. He searched for, found, and caught the cricket, which he then fed to his pet tarantula. He had the same dream (with only trivial differences) several times during that night.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
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