I had two bizarre dreams in a row last night.

In the first one, it started off boring. I was stuck in traffic. Don’t you wish you were me, dreaming about being stuck in traffic? The sky was darkly overcast, except at the horizon. I had the top up. People were finally pulling off to the side of the road, and eventually pointing behind me and to my right, where I couldn’t see. I was coming up 360 to turn right on 183, so I pulled out my camera from my pocket, and stopped just in time to get a few photos of the flying saucer as it passed directly overhead with a roar. It didn’t turn around, but it did come back and there was a silly moment like the Simpsons haloween episode where it took two beams to lift Homer, except mine was becuase I still had my seat belt on. Then there was more trouble, because I had the top up, and the top is not porous enough to allow me through. That’s when I woke up.

I actually cannot remember the second dream now, but I recalled it clearly when I woke up this morning. Don’t you hate it when that happens?  I called Cy to ask him what I said about it; he mentioned something about getting Grace dressed, but that doesn’t drive any feeling of recognition in me.