I’ve had some strange dreams for the last few nights. A few people from my work team had to search a trainyard for the boxcar that a teammate was staying in during a conference. My sister and I were taking Child to the airport, but the traffic was heavy and I didn’t have my bathing suit with me. A character from my past who always stirs up the most exquisite of my rage was bartending at a catered dream-event I was at… Weird stuff to be sure.
So, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream (but can we just flip to something a little less Philip K. Dick, pls?)