i woke up singing ryan adams’ “burning photographs.” i am not sure why. my slumber was filled with increasingly weirder dreams, so many that i cannot quite discern where one ended and the next began.

i dreamt there was some sort of trial or something going on at a bar. i was at the bar with the wondergeek and the artguy, and some other people who were my friend but i cannot name now. we all sat around a large table and we all ordered captain and cokes. before the waitron could bring our drinks, someone said, “they’re releasing one of the jasons.”

“i can’t look,” i said. the artguy was very concerned about this. “if it’s not darlingjason, won’t be able to hide my disappointment.”

it wasn’t darlingjason, it was jason fritts, a kid a i went to college with.

eventually, i was in a courtroom, and darlingjason was there. something had happened and he was being forced to drop out of college (though really, he’s already graduated) to take care of his younger siblings. i was super upset about this. he kept kissing me and telling me it would be ok. each time he kissed me, he turned into a different jason from my past. then he kissed me one last time and said he’d a get a job at Wendy’s like me, and we could work together and it would all be ok.

then i dreamt i was at some family gathering and there were lots and lots of babies, none of them belonged to me and i can’t remember how that made me feel. just that i kept holding all these different babies, and then it was time to go and much hooha ensued over the packing up of many, many diaper bags.

then i dreamt i was walking to school with micky, tam, and two other women. it was snowy and cold. micky was way ahead, tam and the two other way behind. micky stopped to wait, then i stopped to wait, and then i woke up.

there was more dreams too, something about parking my truck somewhere with it running and the radio being on really loud, and something involving a parade of some sort.