I know I had a couple of beers and ate some brisket, but I’m not sure why I had a bizarre dream last night. It really didn’t piece together. I remember kissing some woman on a bus bench, deciding we should start dating, then being in a house in a sunny, hilly neighborhood looking down at the street watching the runners go by like it was some sort of parade. I somehow knew it was our house, and I saw our 2YO daughter (who wasn’t Asian, so now that I think of it BITCH MUST HAVE BEEN CHEATING ON ME) and wondering where my wife was. Her father and his buddy were sitting at the kitchen table, asking me if I’d seen her and when I was going to turn myself in since I’d just at the scene of some crime: though I was just a witness, I was the main suspect.

Really, this probably just means I’m watching too much TV and reading too many mysteries, but it was a pretty entertaining dream.

For some reason I often see the hilly neighborhood in my dreams. It’s not really here, since there aren’t enough trees and it’s not raining. I wonder if it’s somewhere in California. I seem to recall adobe tile roofs, at least in last night’s dream.

And how did I go from meeting a woman to immediately having a house and a 2YO daughter who I knew was mine even though, as I mentioned, SHE WAS WHITE? Perhaps it’s my inner whitey trying to get out.