Two Boring Dreams
The dream shifts. Paul come's out. It's now his house and his yard. I talk to paul who is wearing a tie loose around his neck, not with a dress shirt. I am driving back down the road, the sun is out and I see what a mess all the houses on Paul's street are. I wonder if everyone's working on their houses as much as Paul is on his.
I wake up.
The night before I dreamt about my pills that I take for the Ulcerative Colitis. My pills have a special coating that doesn't disolve until they reach my colon. In the dream the pills were round like cheerios and the coating went across the middle of the o, the whole.
The coating was cracked and chipped in spots. That's it. Boring dream.