From the category archives:

Last Night I Dreamt

Last Night I Dreamt…

May 8, 2012

of a remake of Top Gun. Like I do every night. This time, Mav and Goose were drone pilots. Sitting in their cubicles, Maverick flying the RC aircraft according to his own devil-may-care rules. The guy in charge said, “that’s a half-a-million dollar model plane with some very sophisticated weapons and guidance systems you’re piloting. [...]

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Last Night I Dreamt

January 5, 2012

…of being back in my hometown. Like I do every night. Except we all had kids, which most of us don’t. And those of us not here anymore were there. I was trying to help the dad of a high-school friend put in a foundation for the addition to his house. They were going to [...]

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Last Night I Dreamt…

December 31, 2011

Of my father. Like I do every night. Except instead of trying to instill wisdom into me by way of automotive maintenance, he was part of a group of middle aged men, who came out onto a darkened stage one at a time and extolled the virtues (and comedic mishaps) of relaxed fit stonewashed denim [...]

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Last Night I Dreamt…

November 29, 2011

Of strippers. Like I do every night. I dreamt of strippers stripping to Bartok, Beethoven and Brahams. I dreamt of strippers lapdancing to John Cage’s 4’33, and but the DJ cutting it off at 3’30 and the patrons getting pissed. I dreamt of strippers pole dancing to the Alvin and The Chipmunks Christmas album of [...]

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Last Night I Dreamt…

November 16, 2011

Of being back behind the bar. Like I do every night. Apparently, being back behind the bar is my new “I never finished high school” dream. The venue was larger, and we never seemed to open, but people kept showing up at the bar–some of them people I know who’ve been sober for twenty-plus years. [...]

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