Dreaming is Free

Low and behold, I am dreaming, but not able to recall much over the last few nights.
Last night I dreamed I was waiting among a group of family and friends for theatrical show... a handful of performers then comes waddling down a long hall and I recognize one of my students, MG. She excitedly runs to me; I'm smoking and keep trying to hide the cigarette behind my back, but realize the smell of it as well as the smoke rising behind me are dead give-aways. She says nothing. I am then in a large dark parking lot, waiting for family in a big, busted van.
Blah, blah, blah. Not much interesting.
I did have a very disturbing dream a few nights ago, and perhaps I've tricked myself into less memory because of it. I'd rather not share it on this page.

In happier, dreamier news: my husband and I are finally figured on our honeymoon. We'll be headed to Montreal in June. Sometimes it doesn't feel like we are still newlyweds, but indeed we are. We're only three months deep. And it's been a delicious time.