Last night, I dreamed one of those dreams, you know? one of the ones that’s so consitent with your actual life that you don’t realize it’s a dream, it’s vivid and clear and makes sense.

Anyway, I’m at this conference. I’m staying in one hotel, but the conference is in another. So I have to take a shuttle between the two. And the shuttle is a pain in the ass.

I get to the hotel in Detroit where the conference is at, and they have TONS of rooms, and they’re cheap, so I decide to get a room there and just leave my car parked back at the other hotel, because there’s no parking at the conference hotel. So i have two hotel rooms. And on my way away from the conference, I’m picked up by a federal agent, who wants to know why I rented two rooms. He detains me and impounds my truck, but in minutes he understands I’m not any threat. Still, I have to walk three blocks (detroit blocks. Downtown detroit blocks) to pick up my truck, and when I get there, it’s been stripped of everything but some tin and the frame. As I walk towards the rental car place, cold and tired, I think to myself: I am SO blogging this.

Bland foods before bed are best.