Strange dream this morning. In the dream Robin and I were going to visit my dad but when we got there my dad wasn't there and it wasn't his place. The compound was a beehive of activity, lotsa country yeehaws and rednecks wandering around. I asked someone where we were and they named a county that was no where near my dad's house and then informed me that they were all vampires. Robin said she was fascinated by vampires and sat down to have a drink with a couple of them.

This morning I had a wild, elaborate dream that Bernie Sanders came to Dreamtime Village. I was showing him some of the handmade music instruments we had made years ago and he picked up an electric bass and started playing a really funky slap bass groove. The dream then cuts to me showing him proudly my newly published Samsara Congeries and he immediately finds a typo and then launches into a very studied critique of experimental writing, grinning all the while.

In my dream, some critter like a mad possum bit my finger and it hurt so much I woke up. My finger hurt like hell when I woke up, but no clue why or how.