I had the weirdest dream last night. Wait. Scratch that. This morning. I forgot, I went back to bed after being up for a couple of hours because I was so exhausted. Anyway, I was at Kevin’s house, and for some reason there was a letter I had written just laying around in his room, and someone had written a reply on it. I tried to see what it said, but I couldn’t really tell, although I made out the word “Boo!” at the beginning.
After that, I was at construction site (I don’t know how I got there) and I was meeting a bunch of people. It was weird though, because wherever I was, the tradition there was apparently to hold hands with everybody once I met them. Girls and guys. If you were going walking, and someone else was going the same direction, you held hands, regardless of the sex. I couldn’t get used to this and kept yanking away. Finally, this one guy I used to know (his sister had been the “good child” and he had been the “bad child”) came up and re-introduced himself, and I said, “Oh, so you’re the golden child now?” Because he was. He literally was. He was tanned – burned actually – and dressed like a surfer. Then he grabbed my hand, and I asked if this was normal, and he said yes. I didn’t like it, frankly. It was dry and scaly. But I don’t think I would have liked it under any circumstances. Then the scene changed again, or maybe it was just a new dream, and I was sitting half-naked in a bathtub set in the middle of a lumberyard waiting for a stomach operation.