Last night I dreamed that Matthew invited me and Bernie (“Old Green Tote Bag Guy”) to his house for a game of Trivial Pursuit. We both went over there, but Bernie tripped and fell on the floor. Must be a memory of that time he tripped and fell at the McDonald’s entrance and the paramedics had to be called.
In the dream, Matthew said later that he would like me to come over again… but at the same time, he still wouldn’t talk to me at the restaurant or wait on me.
My memories are playing tricks on me inside my head, I guess.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been back in the Cleveland area for more than three months now.