Last night was New Year’s Eve, and today (as it’s now 2:33 am) is now the day after New Year’s Day. I spent the night with my Cambridge family, Eliot, Art, Ari, and two of Ari’s friends who were mighty fine Boggle players.
After eating pounds of shrimp, buns in the oven (some people call these “pigs in a blanket”, but for some reason ever since I was little that phrase grossed me out), and cheese logs galore, I turned in for a night of subconcious wandering. My dream sequences were all connected in some way, but because I don’t remember the details it’s hard to say. I remember sitting in a diner with someone, and people from my past starting shuffling in. Something big was happening, and I kept looking for someone because there was something so important I had to tell them.
Later on, I remember sitting on a hilly street corner bench with my friend Jamie. Some other people walked by and talked to us, but I was very distracted. It was like there was a sense of urgency throughout the dreams, and I remember distinctly trying really hard to find a certain someone…who, I don’t know. Oh yeah, also there was some kind of shrimp dilemma in a large supermarket.
Now, after a day of making my dad’s new website, eating more cheese log, and playing scrabble, I can’t stop thinking about goats. Don’t ask me why.
Goodnight, and good love!