i’m so groggy this morning since awakening from a strange dream, some time between 6:20 and 7:10 a.m. I can’t recall all of the details, but it involved the mayor, Rahm Emanuel and an armadillo.
I was being driven around by Emanuel (who was just as arrogant as I imagined), perhaps scouting for movie locations on streets that vaguely reminded me of the South Loop. And it ended on a front porch of someone’s house where an armadillo walked into the dining room. And then the owners (perhaps the mayor and his wife) were trying to decide whether to keep the armadillo as a pet.
But it was the armadillo that unsettled me the most. It kind of creeped me out.
And now I’m drinking coffee