Thanksgiving with Conan O’Brien and John Cusack (just a dream)

Last night, I had a series of strange dreams that made me question what is going on in my own subconscious that I don’t know about. The most interesting saw me walking down a street a few blocks away from my childhood home on Thanksgiving and seeing clusters of well-dressed families in front of each house, greeting each other or watching their kids run around. Then suddenly, I looked toward one house and saw a sharply-dressed and neatly-coiffed John Cusack getting out of a car, as it simultaneously occurred to me that he had family here. I tried to stay discreetly out of the picture so that I would not look like I was fawning over him, and as I turned the corner, past a quaint stone house that I have always admired, I saw Conan O’Brien standing outside with some of his cousins. Surprised, I said, “Conan?” before I could get a handle on myself, and Conan glared at me. After that, I tried to rationalize his hostility to make myself feel better.

My other strange dream was that I was looking at people’s gchat status icons and seeing that my friends from New York had all put up the symbols of the subway they ride here. One had the red circle with the white 1 in the center, but others had circles with icons like a fork and a hotdog. In my dream, it seemed to make sense that there would be a hotdog train line in New York.