Re: Strange and vivid dreams

If you read “Hooks and Dreams” below, you know that one of the side effects of the anti-malaria medication I’m taking is the possibility of vivid dreams. (As an aside, if you didn’t read that post and want to know how to scare the shit out of me, just scroll down.) As a general comment, the weirdest part of these dreams is that they include many people from my childhood and high school years, some of whom I haven’t seen in years. Without further ado . . .

If you are going to be surfing in Rwanda, just know that you’ll have to travel north from Santa Monica along PCH. Hidden from the road by a large grove of trees, there is a nicely furnished resort that has great views. But lock your doors at night.

When you travel across Lake Washington to Leclercq’s house to watch the Huskies play in the Rose Bowl during Seafair, just know that the television isn’t very big, and you’re liable to get pulled out of his house by Islamic Militants who will sit you in folding chairs alongside the dusty road as they check your documents.

Evidently, Seven Star, the restaurant Mormino and I visited several times a week when we were skipping journalism our senior year, doesn't make you pay for food you order in space. But I have no idea how to get there.