Another Weird Dream

I intend (I think) to keep a log of dreams. Not that my dreams in general are much to speak of. This morning's dream was somewhat involved. But Yesterday Morning's Dream was full of insane. I wrote some of it down, but suffice to say, when Charlie woke me, I was driving my station wagon down the sidewalk to avoid the construction blocking the QT, immediately after picking up Mark and a blond girl at the intersection, blocking the left turn lane. I was on my way across town where I was late meeting a red-headed guy at a fern bar for their super-chocolate dessert. I was leaving Az's drivable house cum bar, where I'd been escaping from a guy with torturous antique dental instrument that he was planning to use on the captured girl to whom he was feeding moving 3-D Jesus holograms trying to get her to believe some delusion. And I lost my shoes.

So, we'll say, July 7 was one of the weird ones.