n'est pas

Last night I had a very vivid and very loverly dream about hanging out with V+ and Michael Stipe and then we were front row at an R.E.M. show and I remember Stipe was wearing a hot pink jacket and I think it was in some sort of gothic setting with lots of blues and greens. As it turns out I dream in garish technicolor, or maybe spot color, something that seemed beautiful at the time. I woke up in the middle thinking I was still out of town and had to drive back to Atlanta for work and then I was vaguely dissapointed to be awake.
I know how much everyone loves dream posts and that is why I chose to make it my topic of choice.