I had an odd dream just as I was waking this morning. I'll do my best to relate back the parts that I remember.

Me and my good friend, and Freshman year roommate Joey, were playing tennis.

I missed his serve and the ball went behind me where it bounced off a wall.

From Joey's perspective the little green orb had seemingly disappeared. In actuality it hit me in the butt and lodged in my butt crack.

Which I turned around to show Joey. We had a good laugh, and in the dream I said, "This has to go in the diary."

I think obsessive I am being with this journal.

Joey is straight, but new all about me. He was making all kinds of wise cracks about me and my new love. He wanted to know if I had pet name for my favorite green ball. It was all so, Joey. I miss him so much.

The dream became very surreal, French movieish, with a hint of cloak and dagger after that. I just remember running through my real life neighborhood noticing differences like a racquetball club down in an old world war II bunker thing. I must have woken up cause the dream lost any cohesion after that.