Dreamed we sat around in your old room. But the
room was a basement space, so I watched a guy at ground level cutting back
shrubs. He cut way too much! Also saw a bouncy castle outside, your kid nephew about
to have a birthday party. We amused ourselves somehow. I played with old action
figures. A Krusty the Clown whose head was supposed to boing up on a
spring, but the mechanism was broken. We wrestled, I flipped you—flipped you more
skillfully than we could expect—and we started laughing hard and like when you laugh
even though nothing particularly funny happened. Woke up in the laugh and felt like after Padre Island, how I missed this.
