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I dreamt of Paul twice last night. Totally innocent dreams, don't go putting pictures in my head or anything. I was having these complicated kite flying dreams, and at one part took a break from whatever I was doing with the kite flying, and went off to visit Paul in his appartment. And we where sitting around talking and such, and I was getting ready to go, and I needed a drink for some reason--I want to say to take motrin, but I'm probably making that up--so I went to his fridge, pulled out the milk carton, and took a drink, then replaced it. Whereupon I became totally guilty cause he was sitting right there, and I'd just put my mouth all over his milk carton. He didn't care though. :) and then later it segued into the opera house type dream--oh, hey, I remember where that dream's set now. It's the theater in Kalamazoo where we were ushering for South Pacific. Weird. I knew I'd been there before.