Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I was interviewing a composer for a semi-famous situational comedy on television. And in his promo picture he was wearing a tuxedo with three hoodies with hoods up, pulled back on his right side to reveal his pierced ear. The interview went well except he refused to call me by my name.
I miss the good ol' days when I only had nonsensical dreams about childhood games, Mayan rituals, and killer deer.