I had a dream that Sam and I were back in Queensbury at my parents.  It was summer, and nighttime.  We were out in front and there was a delivery man in a car on the corner.  He couldn’t find the house he was looking for, but knew it was right there.

He kept asking me who lived where and I really had no clue (its been a long time since I lived in Queensbury).  I offered to give him my number if he had any questions.  The only problem was I couldn’t remember my number.  And when I did the pen didn’t work.  After a while of trying different pens and writing a number that ended with my pin number (no i won’t tell you my pin) the dream shifted to a room where everyone was changing their skin color (there was some machine that did it).

When I declined to change my skin color (I’m quite happy with who I am and wouldn’t change a thing) I was called racist.  Then my phone rang.  It was Mr. Link (Linck??). Is it sad that I don’t remember how to spell his last name, I went to school with his children.  Anyways, he had called because he was locked out of his house and supposedly I had a spare key for his house (he lived alone at this point).  I got up (I was laying down for some reason) to go find the key.

Then I woke, extremely confused.