day tripping on the tussin

I was sick for the better part of last week, which more or less means sleeping. A lot. Well, for me anyway. I kept odd hours, was feverish and had dreams that were interrupted by violent turbucular coughing fits. These fever dreams were among the weirdest I've had in awhile (but I don't consider the dreams where people are trying to kill me weird anymore, so keep in mind that weirdness is relative, ok?). I can't recall most of them, but the one that has stayed with me after the fever broke was the one about Tony. Yeah (crass version). Tony. The exact details are hazy, but the gist of the dream is as follows: I check my emails (I have like 4) , including the one I used to correspond with Tony. I don't really use it for much else, so when I saw that I had one new message, I was baffled, but essentially chalked it up to spam or yahoo! plugging their "new" service. But no, it actually is from Tony, and my brain replicates the exact same sense of anxiety I would have had had this not been a dream. The email was simple, it said something to the effect of "I miss you too. Friends?" I was all excited and then I woke up.

Its not really a big deal. People dream about talking to other people who have phased out of their lives all the time. Not me. I hardly ever dream about people I know/heard of. I flat out don't dream about boys I like, have liked, or have dated. I'm not digging for S.S. Significance, am I?

A Sign's a sign right?

Fuck all, if I can't speak the language though.

...and then there's Andy. He'll be explained another night.