First though, I went to New York City for the first time in my life this last weekend. I loved it. I was utterly dwarfed by everything and it was fabulous. The Clientele played a brilliant show in Hoboken, too!

Here is this fantastic dream about a grabby Frenchman and some combat boots:

Matt, Al, Leen and I were touring an elementary school. But it was freaking huge, like a giant convention center. They were having class parties, like we used to do in elementary school, with games and decorations and such. So we went into one of the parties to play some “Freeze Dance.” All of the kids love Alex, and they’re spraying him with silly string and everyone is laughing. I laugh so hard, I feel like I have to pee. So, I leave to find a rest room. I end up a bit lost, near a natatorium. I go and use the locker room bathroom, but then decide to take a quick swim (since a swimsuit has appeared in my bag). I left my clothes in a locker, swam for a while, and returned to find that my things were missing. Even worse, I’d already removed the swimsuit and was wearing only a red towel. I tried to find the swimsuit, but it had disappeared too. I did find some combat boots, so I put those on instead. Now I am naked under a red towel in boots, walking down the hall, which has turned into the dressing room and storage area of the GAP store where my sister works. I looked around, trying to find some GAP clothes to wear momentarily, but a bald brosef kicked me out into the parking lot. It was snowing and I was still naked in a red towel and these boots. My friends come out and find me, soon. We drive to my house, and I change into clothes. Then, we head to Brett’s house for a party. We get to Brett’s, but he lives in a huge mansion and all of the sudden it’s summer time. Everyone is in the backyard, drinking and laughing and having fun. Then, we notice a giant sale of some sort at a castle-like mansion across the creek. We all decide to check it out, so we find a little bridge and walk into a gigantic garage sale full of fancy designer clothes. Everyone is having fun looking at the stuff, and this frenchman appears. He tells us to quiet down, and then walks over near me. He compliments a dress I’ve selected, and then I tell him I’m not sure that it will fit. I select another and we talk about the sizes and the patterns for a short while, and then he suggests taking my size. I tell him “okay.” All of the sudden, he pins me, stomach facing the clothes rack, into the dresses, and starts grabbing my butt and hips and thighs like a madman. I scream, of course, since he is very strong and I can’t turn around and get him off of me. Matt, Al and Brett come over to help me. Al punches the french guy in the jaw and then all of us go back to the party.