I know other people dream about their friends all the time, but I really don't. Sometimes I'll see one other person that I know in my waking life, but mostly my dreams are full of people I've never met before.

So it's always a little weird for me to have a dream and then wake up still knowing who was in it.

This morning I dreamed that Matt and I were leaving K.T. and Kevin's housewarming party (they'd bought a house; it wasn't really relevant) to go home, and we drove by Jeff on the side of the road.

You know how when you drive by an accident or something, you take in the details visually, but by the time you've actually processed them all, you're way past it? So I saw all this, but I saw it in a blink:

There was a steep ditch on the side of the road, like probably ten feet below the surface of the road. Jeff's car was on the incline on the other side of the ditch, at an angle that had nothing to do with the direction of any of the roads, and he'd hit a tree. Jeff was standing by the hood of the car, trying to push it away from the tree.

"Hey, that's Jeff!" I shouted, and by the time Matt managed to pull over, we were half a mile down the road. I got out of the car and ran back. By the time I got there, Kevin was running up from the other direction (how he found out, I have no idea).

Jeff had been on his way to the party when he'd had the accident, hours earlier. The car was pretty well dead, but Jeff wasn't really hurt. And we were all hugging in relief when I woke up.

Not especially interesting or dramatic or frightening, really, except that it's so bizarre for me to see people I know when I dream.

Not too much going on at Chez Brooks. Penny was a little bit Two this morning, but not so bad I wanted to leave her on the side of the road or anything. I must say, she latched onto the idea of smoothies pretty well. She ate all her dinner last night and then turned to me and said, "Treat? Pink treat, please?"

I've got a book club meeting tonight; I even remembered to print out the directions to the woman's house. I hope it goes well. I'm tentatively pondering volunteering to host the next one; I haven't done one yet, so it's probably my turn.

And then tomorrow I'll stay at work late so I can do some scrapbooking. Which reminds me, if I'm going to work on our annual album at the Event next weekend, I need to order pictures for March and April.

I asked Karen to look at my current writing project and give me feedback; she knows less about the world where it's set than K.T., so she can help me figure out where I need to provide more information, where the story doesn't hang together quite right.

She's been enormously helpful, but I was up until nearly midnight last night, answering her questions and making notes (and discussing the precise meaning of the word "graphic," though that was a bit of a digression). Anyhow, I'm a bit tired today.

I'm trying to decide whether I want to start today with making changes based on her comments, or if I want to wait until I'm done before I go back to make changes.

But first: coffee.

--Liz