sleep, sleep

I still dream... Last night I dreamt my car was stolen when I got out of it unnecessarily by a feeder road, somewhat near my grandparents. I chased the guys who took it around the corner and he delighted in smashing my car so that it was inside another car.

I dreamt there was another SNL cast before the originals, still unknown today. They talked to John Lennon.

I dreamt Sylvia jumped from a high point inside to a balcony ledge instead of from floor to ledge as usual. (Note: no balconies in real life, lots of ledges.) I kept waiting for her to overshoot and eventually she did, sailing down over the side. I couldn't run fast enough to the bottom to catch her but she came bounding up the stairs in her prancy-paw walk, covered in debris.

I dreamt I'd ordered a pizza but it never showed up in the dream. I dreamt the new replacement car was coming from federal connections. I dreamt Dad and Popo were mowing Popo's lawn. There wasn't a swimming pool.