Monday, August 28, 2006

I dreamt that I was Johnny Damon's friend. We were hanging out in what appeared to be a combination of a school, my job, and a ski lodge or campground. Or something. He also was Scott Simmons, my friend who died on a motorcycle years ago. It hadn't occurred to me until the dream that they look alike. I was intrigued and proud that I was Johnny Damon's friend. It being late in the season, I asked him if he was tired. He said he was, a little, but that overall he was OK.