My first moral-quandry-nightmare (that I remember) was about whether or not to pull oxygen tubes out of Ronald Reagan's nose, thereby killing him and, in my youthful naivete, saving the world. My second, dreamt several days later, was about whether or not to stab him in the neck with a sharp implement (which happened, in the dream, to be a pink felt pen).
- sally mckay 6-09-2004 8:33 am





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