I dreamt I was back in Brandon, Florida but it was a Brandon I no longer knew. Wilson was there too, hanging out. He was thoroughly unimpressed by Brandon, you could tell. (Californians, and especially San Franciscans, are super excited about how great their home state/city is.)

Wilson and I were with Grace. We had been hanging out together one day, and it was nearing dinnertime. I declared that I was going to treat them to dinner, but I had no idea where we could go to eat. I asked Grace, but she didn’t seem to have much of a clue either. We just sat around for a while, trying to think of somewhere to go. Wilson looked like he wished he were somewhere else.

In the end we sort of gave up trying to think of somewhere to eat and sat down on a blanket in a graveyard. Our blanket was right on top of someone’s grave! At one point I even asked myself, “is this weird?” but I decided that no, it wasn’t.

It was a pretty dull dream.