do you remember your dreams?

i didn't mean that in a "what color is your parachute" kind of way, rather, do you recall what you dreamed about last night?
i do, in great detail. m thought it would be appropriate for me to blog the weird dream i had last night:
that m and i were in LA and we went to denny's, why, well b/c we knew that dicky barrett (Of the mighty mighty bosstones/ mighty morning show) was a host there of course. so then we hung out with dicky after his shift, as a host at denny's he had to wear this smock thing, and even slept over at his house on the floor of his living room, not very hospitable, eh? i believe he drove us there in his saab with no a/c. it was weird b/c it was like this thing that dicky did, let people stay over at his house. when you look outside his house you could see a baseball stadium and he offered to take us to a game. also, he asked me to write down my address on this little notebook, like one that is spiral bound over the top, and everytime i wrote it it was like i didn't know how to write, and it was all messy and i was afraid he wouldn't be able to read it. it was also kind of sad b/c it was like he was lonely and just needed people he met at denny's to hang out, like he had a revolving cast of characters in his apartment. he was very nice in the dream. there was also this hint that this was the thing to do in LA, like everyone was going and hanging out with dicky.

ps i had an epiphany this afternoon that the miniature notebook came into play b/c my coworker told me that he just got a little notebook to carry with him to write down ideas. a ha...