Dreams

I’ve been having weird dreams as of late. Vivid and complex. In one, a friend and I were wild west bounty hunters chasing a fugitive, and among all the mystery, I had to save my young friend from an issue involving a farmer’s daughter. In another, a friend and I had a sheep shearing farm that I had to protect from raiders. And just recently, I had a dream that I started fight training Justin Trudeau in my huge NYC loft, and then we started an affair. Now, that dream wasn’t sexual – first, I’ve never had a thing for our PM – it was more about the complexities and problems of the endeavor. When I woke up, the most...