like a bolt from the clear blue sky, the dream i had last night just hit me. it was a strange dream. in the dream my co-worker michelle was trying to sleep with jeff johnson (you know the college crush i called moochie who now writes for jane and mcsweeney’s). i wasn’t disturbed at all by the idea that she wanted johnson.

in the dream i distinctly remember having sex. i remember being very close to this boy and being happy in his arms. but for the life of me i cannot remember who he is/was. very strange. i think he might have had blondish or orangey hair. i wish i knew who it was.

the dream also involved floods and me swinging from trees like tarzan. weird, weird, weird.