Usually I have no recollection of my dreams. Not that there is anything special when I do. Or maybe you can interpret that to mean that my dreams are horrible visions of violence and darkness and I dare not share them with the rational world. Who knows? Anyway, I only remember about 20 seconds of it.

I was walking down a street in NYC, but it was also Richmond. At least I think. I mainly say that because when I passed a Pizza restaurant named Lloyd, I saw my 10th grade trigonometry teacher talking to his twin. Now, I don't actually know if Mr. Wilkens had a twin, but in this dream he did. One of them was obviously the business manager of the restaurant and the other was the host. I couldn't tell which was which, but if I had to bet in the dream, I assumed the one who would know me was the business manager. So I tried to call Judson on a cell phone to ask if he knew anything about my former teachers career path, but my cell phone couldn't get reception (Ahhh, a nightmare!) and informed me that I needed to be "in motion" for it to make a call. So I walked in this little loop, but still, no answer. They never saw me, but the business manager one went away and the host put on a baseball cap while he talked on the phone. Then something else happened and I can't remember. Good times. Oh, it involves your mom. You don't want to know.

Of note in the real world , I did attempt to call Judson last night to figure out why the hell Paypal said I owed him two cents. So that seems to explain the phone and the twins (two pennies?) Maybe the class reference is due to the standard sense of dread that everyone at law school gets post-exam. Sort of a "if I don't do well, I'm going to end up working in a pizza parlor with my teachers." They did give out free Pizza at the law school yesterday. Or not. I'm not here to interpret. Only in dreams!