No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.

A dream involving coupons, a former friend, and an injured Elton John.

On the 18th, I woke up from a dream in which I had two younger brothers, one of whom was Eric, a tall, confident blond who wouldn't listen to my advice, probably ever. Eric's face was so vivid. Unfortunately, nothing else stuck, but h ere's what I found online:

I could only remember a dream I had during an hour-long nap late in the morning. It involved my meeting up with some nameless, faceless friends in a building with a homey feel where the owner's pets wandered freely and guests could pet them all they wanted. One was a friendly designer mutt - a 'doodle of some kind, be it Labra- or golden- and I kept petting it,  but there was also a bird.  What I found online in regards to the bird was the following:

          All I remember is the phone and my reaction to it. On Tuesday, August 1st, I was suddenly in a bare room with a group of girls and a red landline phone that I decided was like a hotline for other people to call me and me alone for help. A man named Herman was hoping to speak to me, and I wasn't "creeped out" like I would be in real life, but instead felt an overall strong desire to avoid the phone, to avoid the callers.

I woke up this morning and tried to recall what I could of the dream I had in the wee hours before waking. It was an eventful dream because I was in an active game, like a child, play-fighting in a store...possibly a grocery store. My opponent and I chased  each other around in the aisles, and I last remember running into the back room and climbing atop shelving full of merchandise, sitting there, my opponent not far behind, ready to throw fake punches back and forth. It was nuts. Part of why it was nuts... was my sparring partner:

So maybe I'm experiencing more of the Law of Attraction that I otherwise believed. I'm normally (rather but not entirely) dismissive of the concept, but today...

Ooooookay, at five-something pm on May 24, 2017, my friend Sasha and I watched the new ABC rendition of Dirty Dancing . I wrote the following in real time and in present tense.