I had this dream last night. We were on a cruise, but it was in the middle of New York City, but an Inception-style NYC, and you could leave or come - from city to cruise. The streets were moving like waves, made me seasick. Strange, how cities are different in my mind. I build them and sometimes they're monstrous and sometimes they're beautiful.

Sometimes I miss the mess that is New York. But I'd have to start completely over there. I distract easily. Lose my way. But the ferry, no, cruise, we were thinking of a place to eat, and all the people from Thanksgiving were there. Mitchell and Maddie and some other baby (was it spybaby?). And Jimmy Fallon was there, and he was cracking jokes (though he wasn't at Thanksgiving, just in my head). We were sitting at a banquet hall and there was talk we'd have to go soon, but I wasn't sure where. I was sitting next to Jimmy Fallon. He just appeared. Just like that. Was it because of that youtube clip I watched?

I don't know. I wonder how many talk show hosts have been in people's dreams. I'm sure a lot.

And then I was searching for something. Walking through this Barnes&Nobles, which in my mind is eight stories high, a skyscraper of books, corporate. Only didn't Barnes&Nobles close? And there's always this great hall full of books, dinosaur bones, a study of some kind that I'm stumbling into, always sunset.

Last night the power went out seven or eight times. We were watching a movie, Captain America, a super hero something, and the house blinked off and then on. One minute later it blinked off again. This time for longer. We could hear electricity popping and crackling from outside. The hairs on Matt's arms lifted. He showed me, and I thought about how just last week I had shaved all the hair off my body, just to see, and how now even if there was electricity coursing through me, I wouldn't have those little markers, because I wanted to be furless. A split second decision.

So there was electricity coursing through us, and it was all because of the wind. The palm trees swaying, branches crashing down on the street, satellite dishes falling off roofs, and the wind, so strong I felt the windows would cave in. I don't remember, didn't remember anything like it. The fan, the computer, the light from the garage, they turned on and off throughout the night, that white noise.

I wonder if tonight will be the same.

I've been consisting on pumpkin pie for so long. That and sausage balls. (Which, you know, are balls of sausage.) Oh, holidays. You slay me. Though if it's the end of the world might as well eat.