The dream I had last night would be fun to tell you about, if you were into dreams. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I think dreams are just random neurons firing up there, sometimes I think they mean something.

It was kind of a beautiful love story, albeit with a deceased TV star from my childhood, who felt familiar, the chaos of a particular place that was clearly not following the rules, and a lot of conflicting feelings for me, but of one thing I am sure. I want to be in love again, but not with a dead guy.