Anyway, it's during this time that I have the most vivid dreams. And weird dreams. And it's during this time that, I swear, I get the most mental recouperation. Even though it's only like an hour of napping, I have like six or seven vivid (and seemingly long) dreams. I wake up and I have to convince myself that the happenings were a dream.

Like the dream where Amy was driving Pedro (which hasn't happened since we lived in Indiana) and she got a $4,000 speeding ticket. That freaked me out a little. But it was a dream.

Or the dream where I was invited back to music camp as a counselor, something which while incredibly unlikely (considering certain circumstances of my situation during the 2000 campaign) is not necessarily impossible according to the letter I got from old Victor Gebauer a few years back. Either way, it was somehow held on the campus of Taylor University (in Indiana) and I missed my duties to check people in because I took the other couselors to Ivanhoe's for ice cream.

That's a geography mind-fuck for me.

Speaking of geography, we bought the board game version of Where In The U.S.A. is Carmen Sandiego? tonight at Goodwill for $2.00. It was supposed to be $1, but the lady was of the slower white trash variety, and I didn't feel like getting a price check from her.

That wasn't a dream.

Or the dream where Amy and I morphed into Bart and Lisa Simpson (Freud would go nuts) and we used our cool jet car to travel around the futuristic version of Muncie, which seemed strangely like Gotham City in Batman Begins (a surprisingly good movie) but on a small scale and with recognizable Muncie landmarks.

What's really weird is that I'm remembering these dreams well enough to describe them. That never happens to me.

I'm still thinking of doing the Weird Akron website. It'll take some work, but it'll be fun. And we may be going somewhere cool this summer with Amy's parents since they've been given use of Amy's aunt's timeshare.