Had a dream this moring. Kat and I took a surprise trip to see Mom. Along the way, we stopped at Quik Chek and picked up Glenn. Somehow we got on the topic of handguns. We got to Mom's, and a lot of my relatives were there. Kat and I both lit up cigarettes (in real life, Kat doesn't smoke and never has, and I quit years ago) and hung out on the back stairs with our backs to the party. The food included boiled ham, shrimp pizza, and Dad's leftover Pabst Blue ribbon beer. (again, ham and shrimp are trafe and we can't eat them, Kat doesn't drink beer, and I can't stand PBR. It's like Budweiser, but without the pedigree). We just felt the crush of everyone, and stayed outside, waiting to go home. Then I woke up.