This morning — between 6 and 7:30 AM — I had another way freaky dream. This one, Chuck decided to try to make amends to Molly by organizing a surprise birthday party for her… in San Francisco. In the Haight (which I’ve not been to yet, so I’m sure it has no resemblence to the dream). At any rate, everyone shows up in this parking lot, except we didn’t get called to go until 5 minutes before we had to go: “Molly needs you right now. Go to this address in SF.” So I have my PJ’s on, no bra, no shoes, and we head off. When we get there, there’s 30 or so people in this parking lot, then Molly and JR show up and Molly’s all weepy and happy that everyone’s there. Then, it comes out that like everything that Chuck organizes, he never planned anything for all those people to actually do or anywhere for them to go. This makes for a somewhat antsy crowd after hugs all around. I was starving, so I convinced Stephen to take me to McDonald’s (??) to get some breakfast, and many of the group including Molly came along. I went upstairs (?? I guess that’s a SF McDonald’s for you.) to tell Stevie what I wanted, and the counter lady started giving me shit about not wearing any shoes before she kicked me out. I went downstairs to the seating area where everyone else was, and Dale Dawson (late for the party) walked in. Hugs and greetings, then he showed me the “invitation” he had received. It was two “print-out” pages, including the large map that took up half of one page, explaining that it was Molly’s birthday blah blah blah… I took Dale over to meet everyone, then I woke up.
Freaky, eh?