Man, last night was full of "what the hell?" dreams. Three I remember are:
-My dad dying (he comes home from Seattle today)
-Serenading an ex-love with whom I still work, culminating in me kissing her, her giving me the what the hell face, and me feeling horrible X10 because somehow I still keep the morality of having a girlfriend in my dreams
-Being in a school surrounded by my old high school wind bands from different years, wandering into the wrong door and accidentally stumbling into a session of the Supreme Soviet, where there was a special section of the audience comprised only ******** kids and adults whose only job was to heckle the speaker relentlessly, and I somehow managed to wind up sitting down next to Josep Broz Tito, and yet another woman tries to sleep with me...right there on the floor of the SS as I'm answering a question - somehow we got to a point where it became a trivia session, and the people who were wrong got thrown into some sort of trial??? I remember turning to Tito and saying "man, you guys sure have a lot of trials here," and he replied "trial the rooms first. And after that, trial the food in the back, especially the veal." So I did. Then I woke up to my dog barking.