Last night, I dreamt I was in a car in Lake Placid with my parents and Ed, except that it looked nothing like what I remembered from our weekend trip a few weeks ago with Chris and his parents. We were driving up what looked to be a massive plastic red slide, and I was wondering if that was supposed to be covered in snow for people to sled or ski down during the winter. Ed was asking where we were going, and I told him we were upstate in Lake Placid. He didn’t seem particularly excited about the trip at all. And the sky looked pretty gray and miserable.

It was one of those very uneventful dreams where nothing really great or terrible happened, and you wake up wondering what the point of all that was.