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I think I might be missing my favorite podcasters. See, I don’t listen to much to podcasts in the summer because the kids are home. I tried doing the iPod thing but found I am susceptible to ear infections. I know, odd. Anyway, I have had dreams about them. A few nights ago, I dreamt I finally met Richard in Miami. He was on the set of a TV show, he had a small part. He was taller than I expected. We talked about architecture in Kansas City. This led to my photographing architecture and then being asked to photograph a sketch someone famous just did. We went to an Italian market to do the shoot. It got weird from there.

Last night I dreamt about Wanda and Vera. First, there was a new paint color called Vera and it was orange, like a cantaloupe. She had her hair died to match. Then it morphed into Wanda standing naked on the steps of a restaurant in my home town. She did have her wig on. Vera and I tried to help but she was taken to the hospital and tied down. Wanda made the mistake of saying she had been capping off. I have no idea what that term means but it my dream it had something to do with drugs. So the police officer searched her purse and found some HUGE pills of vicodin and other stuff. They took her away. Vera and I were waiting for word about Wanda and my old boss came in to use the bathroom. At one point, he came out and looked into the closet that was stacked with shelves of toilet paper, all different kinds. He picked a roll and went back in to the bathroom. I said something about him smelling up the place and we left.

We had someone’s dog we had to take care of. It was black and large and frisky like a puppy. We went to the cafeteria and I gave him a bowl of plain cherrios but when he dived into it it was now corn chex with milk. I was worried that they would kick us out for having a dog in there but there were other dogs too.

I woke up then and laughed. My dreams are entertaining.