I had really weird dreams last night. In the first I was in France with my Ohio friends, the Bartons who happen to be French. Cooking was involved and swimming in a river. Then I dreamed that I was on a ship in one of the Great Lakes, Huron, maybe?, with my parents and my mother's entire family, all of my dead uncles and aunts and cousins living and dead. My brother Macbeth was in the dream, but my brother Randy was not.