dream report

Walking around New York City, I kept running into John Lennon on bridges near museums. We'd smile and say "Hello again." At one point I thought of saying "I'm not stalking you, really," but then I thought that since Lennon was killed by a stalker that might be in unusually poor taste. Another time I said to him, "Small world--and what's really weird is, I saw Lennon over by the museum," apparently thinking this Lennon was someone else.

I woke up convinced briefly that it was the first day after the end of my job, that I had no obligations to anyone but myself, and I panicked.

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The Italian Job was great! It was funny! And clever! And it had silly cars! And L.A. transportation! And Charlize Theron looking worried! And Jason Statham looking cocky! WOOOO!

Overheard in Santa Cruz: "But I don't like walking. I like sleeping."

Also: I got the mandolin!