Dreams

I am still having the recurring organized crime dreams.

This weekend featured George Clooney and and a pair of gloves that I purchased in 1998 (Doe skin with red polar fleece linings) which made me very happy (As Curly has destroyed them).

I really don't know what is causing these dreams, but the recurring motif of organized crime (peopled by incompetents) shows that my psyche is being run by Seth Meyers writing a skit about the Departed with me in the lead.

I am having this comical (but occasionally very violent) life going on in my head for no reason, and they are happening every single night.

My hope is that when my head is in a better place, these dreams will stop.