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Between 50 or 60 different dreams, about three or four of which I can remember, a thousand thoughts racing through my head, the cats, my alarm clock, and my own wild thoughts… I didn't sleep well at all last night. I can only barely remember some of the dreams, and even that is fading quickly.

In one of them, Sarah and I worked at this bar/club. She waited/tables and served drinks and I was a doorman/usher. Sarah wasn't working that night, so I was there by myself when a group of about 60 people showed up. These 60 people were all friends of mine from the past (friends I had in real life) and their significant others. There were people from my old high school in California like Natasha Lallman, Valerie Cowen, Jessica Hernandez, January Hinajosa, Sherry Black and Leo. There were also people from my old high school in Irving like MIssy Chapman, Erin, and Ann Margaret. There were people from my high school in Keller, like Jennifer Plemmons, Ali Hibbs, Amber Hess, Chris Oliver, Barry Keesey, Toby Gosh, Molly Anderson, and Jacquie Murray. There were also friends there from college, like Erin Ditty, Stephanie Shelton (who is also a high school friend), Karmen, Gina, Steven Whitehurst. (I put their full names here in hopes that, maybe some search engine someday will lead them here). It literally was all of the people that I had ever known that I ever considered a friend… I just can't remember the exact names and faces now. Notably, the only people that were missing were those that are still in my life now, and those that I didn't leave on good terms with. All of these people had wifes, and husbands, or long-term boyfriends and girlfriends. They remembered me as I remembered them. Many of us hugged, and shook hands, and said our hellos. What I can remember most was that I felt very lonely without Sarah there.

In another dream, I was attending college. It was the first day of class, and I was running late. I parked my truck on the street, and got out. Running above the street were a series of cables that had wires that hung down. I grabbed a set of these wires and clipped them on to the special belt I was wearing. I'm not quite sure why, but this was the normal thing to do and didn't seem odd at all. I started walking down the street, wires attached to me, when I realized I didn't have any shoes on and had to go back to my truck. I remember, as I was going back, wires attached to my side, all of the other students were happily running down the street to their classes, practically knocking in to me on their way past… as I was the only guy going in the wrong direction.

I can only remember one more of the dreams. I was a very accomplished novelist, having written several best-selling works of fiction. I had several books of poetry in publication that were doing well. I was a lyricist for a very popular band that I also played bass for, I had my own column in a very prominent newspaper, and I was a world class chef with several restaurants of my own. You wouldn't have known this by what happened in the dream, I just knew it. I was sitting in a over stuffed easy chair in front of a very warm fire place reading a book. There was a plate of cookies and milk next to my chair. Across from me was another chair, identical to the one I was sitting in, and next to it a plate of cookies and milk. Only on this place, the cookies were hard as a rock, and the milk had molded over so bad you couldn't come near it for the stench. The person that should have occupied that seat never came. So I continued to read my book, and eat my cookies. On the mantle, there was a picture (that, for some reason was obviously supposed to be a family picture). I was the only person in it.

At one point in the night, I woke up to the sound of the cabinet door slamming continuously in the bathroom. Over and over it would open and shut and open and shut and open and shut. Eventually, I opened my eyes and tried to peer into the darkness to see what was going on. There was no cat there, so I assumed I must be making it up. As soon as I closed my eyes, it started happening again, only this time I tried to ignore it. I couldn't and eventually opened my eyes again to see Toby pawing at the cabinets. "Stop it, Toby," I said, though he went on about his business. Eventually… I gave up and decided to open the cabinet so that he could get inside, and I could sleep. When I opened the cabinet, the other cat jumped out and ran past me quickly.

Joel just called, I have to run over to his place and help him deliver his car to its buyer. More later.