Good morning, all! I slept late, partly because i was lazy and partly because of a disturbing dream that woke me around 7:30. Before that, I had wakened around 4:00am and could not get back to sleep for what seemed ages Then I had this dream, of which I remember only pieces: a Manhattan Dunkin' Donuts and an office building with a huge window looking north over Seventh Avenue around 50th Street, working in a large Barnes & Noble, riding in a car driven by (I think) the Man from Philadelphia, we were in Middletown, Ohio, where Shaker Road intersects with Manchester Avenue and it was raining and the driver took a wrong turn and a police car with flashing lights pulled us over. He had bad news: my two brothers had been attacked and injured. Then I was in some parking lot with my sister-in-law JoAnn and several ladies and informed that my brother Randy was in a hospital room and that Macbeth had been killed in the attack; the last thing I remember before the alarm rang is lying on the concrete sobbing and keening. It was quite disturbing.
