i spent most of my dream life last night driving around, looking for a cheap hotel somewhere in Texas. it may have been San Antonio. I seemed to be there for a job interview. the strange thing was that i thought i was in Seattle on my way to a dog park at the top of a ridge overlooking a bay. this park is a recurring image in dreams of recent weeks… so recurrent that i am convinced i have been there, but i just can’t put my finger on it. either way, whether i have been there or not, whether it exists of not, there is great longing to be there. it’s calling me. it even knows my middle name.

but it was San Antonio, for some reason, a place that would never ever enter my mind. i think i eventually found a Howard Johnson’s and ended up staying there. But it was an open-air Howard Johnson’s, with an orange roof,  but no walls.

Does Howard Johnson’s even exist anymore? (something i could bring up with my therapist, had i not broken up with her)

and then after that dream, i did not get a whole hell of a lot accomplished, other than managing not to have any accidents. even intentional ones.