Dreamt last night about ordering dinner at a fancy seafood place. Rich and I split something on the chef's recommendation; mom and dad ordered a giant, $445 fish.
Went from there to field level seats at the first Sox-Yankees game of the season. Steve was there, and kept tossing Jen and I baseballs during batting practice. Morphed into a game I was playing, I was at the plate with a pipe, and the pitcher was Sam C. from high school.
Also kept trying to leave an apartment to make it to a movie on time, but kept setting off the alarm.
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