I am happy to be up and out of two weird dreams, one having to do with finding myself in a restaurant for the first time since March. It seemed to be in TriBeCa, where a few restaurant-y dreams over the years have been set for no apparent reason. The second was another of my abstract concoctions involving links to a few recordings of music and some other stuff, I think films or TV shows, but the main piece of music was the Mahler Sixth. In the first dream I was having a reunion with a few friends, including a gal I haven’t seen in nearly twenty years who had in real life been a medical examiner but in the dream was now working in this restaurant. In the second, the “links” to these musical/movie things were being provided by one of NYC’s still-current (I think) medical examiners who used to be the boyfriend of the gal in the first dream. In real life I had bought (for a pittance) his collection of laserdiscs back in the early 2000s.