dreams

the night before: airplane dreams, this one weird, like one of those old-fashioned fantasy chubby prop planes. We were barely able to get seats, typical dream confusion and rushing. It was at the top of the hill – needed, apparently, for us to get airborne.

then last night: mary and I have somehow stolen a police cruiser. we take it through a toll booth, slowly, another car to our side masking us, but then we can’t figure out if it’s okay to have run the toll. i can’t remember if we go back or not, but we end up out at phil and karen’s, the green house. they’re not there but stewart is, and tom m. from the old job (who, by the way, I barely know) is making me a steak dinner. mary and i can’t decide if it’s okay to leave the cruiser parked out front and go to move it, run into the neighbors who have kids. maybe we’ll put it in the garage next door instead, they’re not home.

oh, and somewhere in last night’s dream was the plane again. I remember thinking, that’s the plane from last night’s dream.