Dreaming

I had a dream the other night that Aaron and I were at an outdoor festival and the Cure was playing. We were drifting all over this venue that was like a castle and had gardens and was partially covered with crumbling walls, but was mostly outside. Kind of like in the "Hanging Garden" video, but not creepy.

At one point, I went to a chill out room to take a nap in a hospital bed with white sheets. I could only stay there for a half hour, though, and then a nurse told me I had to leave, so I went back to the show.

At the end of their set, Robert Smith said that we were the best audience members and he gave us red roses wrapped in socks. They were brown socks, like the kind that you make sock monkeys out of. It all seemed perfectly logical and we were very grateful.

The dream made about as much sense as my Vince Vaughn dream. I think maybe I'm eating too much cookie dough too close to my bedtime.