Last night I had a dream that I was working on a movie again. My call time was 2:30 am, but I didn't wake up until then, or very close to then. I'm pretty sure I ended up just giving up and falling back asleep.
Last night I had a dream that I was packing. I have a lot of packing dreams. I was packing a bag and grabbed a bunch of cigarettes off the counter to bring with me (I have a lot of cigarette dreams too).
Last night I had a dream I was fucking Sprout up the ass with a strap on. He was kind of jerking my chain at work last night; the origins of this dream aren't exactly mysterious.
Last week I had a dream about Stoney. The Stoney dreams are my favorites. They're always the same -- she's not really dead, she's just dormant, or hibernating, and can only be alive and with me for very short periods of time. I'm always incredibly grateful for those tiny reunions.