Lisa,

I feel a bit funny about calling you so I'm e-mailing instead.

Last night I visited my friend Regina who had an
operation on Tuesday. We watched TV for a while, and
then I came home and stayed up until about 1 or 1:30
a.m. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep between
3 and 4:30 a.m., so I slept late this morning, until
10:30 a.m.

I stayed up late watching chunks of this Japanese
cartoon dubbed into Spanish that I used to watch when
I was a kid living in Guatemala, it's called Mazinger
and it's about a flying super robot.

What woke me up was a strange dream. I don't remember
much of it, but here's some highlights: I managed to
get hold of some mushrooms from my roommate, and I
left them on top of a plastic box. My mother was
poking around for them and I was worried about keeping
them hidden from her. When I went looking for them
later, they had sort of crumbled away. Then a bunch
of people, including a long-lost friend from college
and some of the guys from this Corn documentary I
worked on last year (that's screening this Friday) all
invited me to join in on an acoustic guitar jam
session. That made me happy. Go, U.! they shouted.

The dream ended when I was riding in some kind of
conveyance with Carrie. Here's what woke me up:
Carrie was sitting with some other guy across from me.
Kevin, a former co-worker, was to my left. As I
leaned in toward Carrie, her face became more and more
masculine, like Kevin's. At the same time, both her
and Kevin's heads were increasing in size and turning
to face me. I noticed an arm reaching down toward my
crotch. All right, I thought, my dream is trying to
tell me that I'm gay. I'm on to you, I told Kevin,
removing his hand.

Is that what you're trying to tell me? I asked the
dream. Everyone sat up straight and stared at me. I
need everyone to help me! I said as I woke up in a
dark room.

Today I'm going to see Carrie in the evening and maybe
cook dinner with her. She's kind of depressed right now.