well, the first dream I can remember in a long while is a dull one.

I was standing on some train or bus platform with some other people. A driver or conductor came around and asked everyone to get their tickets or passes out. One tall guy in a suit asked me if we needed to get anything stamped. He showed me his bus pass which had several stamps on it. I asked him how many times he's transferred already, since it was still so early in the morning. He said he was coming from Las Vegas. I was impressed he could commute to work from Vegas to SF by public transit.

that's it.

New albums I'm psyched to get:

Tool
Weezer
Spearhead
Blind Boys of Alabama