In the space between temperature and waking up for real my mind wanted to dream.  I dreamt of someone I hadn’t seen in a long time.  I was at his family home (a place I had never been IRL).  I was with him mom and sister (people I had never met IRL), but they were characters from “Orphan Black” (Mrs. S. and Sarah).  I was with his niece.  We were playing with toys together, and I found a bag of my old clothes.  They smelled like dirt and smoke.  We were in a different room when he came back and lounged on the couch throwing one leg over his sister.  Despite it being many years since I had seen him, he looked exactly the same.  Everyone we wearing sunglasses indoors.  His mom and sister were crying because he came home.  He was talking about his wife.  He called her “The Barren Girl” and no one was allowed to talk about having kids.  I tried to cry but I couldn’t be anything other than Joker happy, grinning like mad.  He pulled a vintage beer can out of the freezer (Miller High Life?), but it wasn’t frozen.  Then I woke up.

I don’t know what this means right now.  I’m sure the more I think about it, the more multi-layered meanings it will have.  I’m tired and my shoulder hurts and I don’t want to go to work.