Last night I had a dream
Running around the city of New York – we went to an exhibit at the Armory on 66th and Park, Neto – a Brazilian installation artist – very fun, we lay in a pool of plastic bubbles. Then we went to a tapas bar and had cocktails and watched New York pass us by as we dissolved into girl talk – men this, babies that, clothes this.
Last night I had a dream that it was storming in New York and guess what, it was more than storming – there was thunder that sounded like Manhattan exploding.
Last night I dreamt that I had not had enough sleep and sure enough I was up at 4:30 catching a train.
Last night I dreamt that the dogs were wondering about us, and I woke up wondering about them.