Thursday, March 28, 2013
I dreamed that I was in a car ride with friends from Los Angeles to the next town on the other side of the northern mountains, which for some reason was called 'Fairfield' in the dream even though I know that's not the case. Once we were there myself, Paul, Amanda, and some perfect stranger had a very mundane and domestic conversation, furthest thing from dream talk you could ever think of, in a house that looked like the set of a 1990's Cinemax style quasi-porn. But nothing salacious happened, in case you're wondering or worrying. We're strictly family you see.