This is a dream I just had a few minutes ago. I wanted to write it down while it was fresh in my mind. I was in a different city (that seemed a little like Seattle or Portland, both cities in which I have lived) visiting my friend Jonathan (who in fact lives in neither Seattle nor Portland). He and his bother and I were going someplace together that night, like some kind of event that started at a particular time. His brother was a fictional dream creation. The real Jonathan has two brothers, both of whom I know. But this brother was neither of them. But in dream logic, I simply accepted and believed that this stranger was Jonathan’s brother. We piled into his brother’s car and started driving.
Happy Thanksgiving Robert. That was fun.