Last night, I dreamed that I was visiting Diane Keaton and I told her that I needed a place to stay and asked if I could stay with her. She smiled and jumped around and flailed her arms and told me about this new thing that she got. I’m not sure if it was a table or a pair of shoes but she was super excited and I was a little afraid that she was going to smack me with an errant exaggerated gesture. I had to redirect her back to my question. Don’t you hate it when you have to redirect Diane Keaton? Anyway, I was like, “DIANE!” and then she smiled at me and was like, “Yeah?” and I asked her if I could stay with her and she didn’t actually answer the question. She went off on some other joyful tangent and I sighed and walked out. Then, I ran into my friend Anthony and asked him if I could stay with him. He said, “Well, I’m really trying to set boundaries with visitors. So, I’m sorry but I just can’t let you stay with me right now.” But, he was getting read to go to dinner and said I could tag along. So, we went to this restaurant and the table was set up so that it looked a little bit like The Last Supper except one guy was examining his toes and trying to get other people to look at his blister. So, I sat down to have dinner and I ordered a gin and tonic. When my drink came, I noticed that the lime was very ugly which kind of pissed me off. Aesthetics are apparently very important in my dream life and if you can’t get a good gin and tonic at the Last Supper then there is a problem. I then looked at Anthony’s drink and he too had an ugly lime gin and tonic and I was relieved because the whole ugly lime thing wasn’t personally directed at me. For some odd reason, though, I reached into his glass and squeezed his lime. He gave me a look like, “What the hell?!” and I shrugged and giggled. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity and there was no food which I found rather irritating because I really like to eat. At one point, some guy said, “Anthony, what nourishes you?” and Dream Anthony replied, “Life nourishes me. I need nothing more.” I nearly burst out laughing but everyone else was nodding knowingly and I sat there wondering how the hell I ended up having dinner with these people. Fortunately, I had the sense to leave. I went back into Diane Keaton’s building and sat in the lobby which overlooked a hill covered in dead grass and dotted with suburban homes that all looked the same and thought, “If I had this view, I would never be able to tear myself away.” Oh Dream Vikki…you are an enigma.