I had this dream last Friday. I was living in some hobo society. Kind of a like a make shift camp near a cliff. I had been there for a while, and my mother and Grandmother were there. Someone gave me my Aviator glasses which I was eternally grateful for. My mother told me we were leaving and as we were walking to my old car (Jasper, the 1990 Toyota Camry I used to own) we walk by my Grandmother. I go to give her a hug and over her shoulder I see my dead Grandfather. And I have a small breakdown. Did he ever know how proud I was to an Albert Charpentier? Did he ever know that even though we weren't close, I loved him? Did he know? I lean down to pick up Angelo (my cat) from the ground by a bush and a rattle snake comes out of the bush. I hand Angelo to my mother and they leave in my car. The rattle snake curls around my leg and then bites me over and over again.

It was a strange dream. And another very vivid one. And kind of creepy.

I had one last night that was less creepy, but just as vivid.

I was driving with Brian and Mark (some friends in Buffalo). We parked at Mark's house (which was near a cliff as well). We had arrived five minutes before everyone else and were just shooting the shit until Mike, Sean, Rollin and Pat showed up. We all started playing and talking. Some played frisbee on the rolling hills by the cliff. Some were playing basketball. I went and played frisbee. I stole the frisbee from Sean and when I threw it the frisbee went down by the water at the edge of the cliff. I ran down and got it, and found lot more frisbee half buried there. All of them were Wolfs. No one was interested in a Wolf frisbee. Sean suggested we all go to Chestnut Ridge, but it had started snowing/slushing and no one really wanted to go. Unfortunately we had also discovered that as Mark's house was at the bottom of a hill we were stuck there because the cars wouldn't make it up the hill.