two disctinctly different dreams from last night:

1. it was the middle of the night and i was bored, so i called sarah silverman and asked what she was doing. she said she was roasting a ham over a pit and did i want to help. i said sure and went to her house and eventually we called kevin sorbo (tv's hercules) and he came over. we all had a weirdly good time cooking.

2. i was walking from main street, down my street, but on the right side, towards my house. a tiny old black woman, dressed in a white and yellow nightgown, came out of one of the yards and walked with me for a while. she used a walker, and as she walked, she was making up poems that were lovely. one started "when i was black and not old, when i was old and not black, when i was neither black nor old (it has been known to happen)..." and i dont remember the rest. she was only there for about half a block's walk and then she disappeared and i was disappointed.