Because Peter Murphy Says So, Happy Thanksgiving

1. Peter Murphy and I are eating sweet and sour chicken at the China Chalet on my lunch break. I tell him about this dream journal and he tells me the dreamer is always everyone depicted in their dreams* and that he thinks I should try using the second person as much as possible, "so as not to alienate the audience." He tips our waiter with Chick-fil-A coupons.

2. Ronnie, Mark, and I are drinking tequila from a hollowed-out gourd. I am trying to buzz you into our apartment for Thanksgiving dinner, but I keep hitting the intercom button instead. Everyone is frustrated with me and eventually I give up, press my ear to the speaker, and just listen to you breathe.

*Peter Murphy = me!