I had the weirdest dreams last night: in one I fell off a stage and fell around 12 feet, landed on my feet and was fine. Joshie was with me and he was injured. We had gotten too close to the apron and fell.
In another, I was on a bus that sold books and had a cafe.
In another, I was fighting awn octopus that kept attacking my foot. I also dreamed about friend oysters. I never remember any of this nonsense in Manhattan.