Of New York City.  How strange is that?

And it wasn’t last night.  Last night was this big gap of nothingness.  No dreams, nothing to recall.

But a few nights ago I dreamt of New York City.  Of meeting friends at club there.  A club in some warehouse area that I walked to.  But had a skateboard.  And the people there weren’t really friends, but more old classmates.  Seriously, Matt Thompson, we didn’t hang out in high school.  I’m sure you’re a daper guy, but I haven’t thought about you since we graduated.  Maybe even before that.  But at this club, Matt Thompson, Chris Rabideau (have no idea how to spell his last name without a yearbook), Jen Olden, and some other person I recognized but couldn’t recall their name (maybe someone named Katie or Jamie…. Jamie Glen-something… I don’t know).  All in this club doing whatever people do in clubs.  I’m not sure about that either.  There wasn’t music.  It was dark and there was a bar and weird flashy lights.  And a coatroom.  I remember the coatroom very well.  Cause I checked in my skateboard.  That makes it a club right?

So yeah…. my friends from back when… Colin, Shane, Yousey, Kevin, and Reg.  You ditched me in my dreams.  You bastards.