I had a taco salad one hour before I went to bed last night.

I think spices and garlic enhance my dreams.

I was going to write down my dream this morning, but I was in a rush to go into the shower and head off to work at the Charleston Disabilities board. The more I wanted to forget my dream the more it stayed with me. Well part of it.

A large part I did forget. One scene stayed with me. I guess because of it's strangeness.

I was watching "Law and Order". It wasn't a familiar Law and Order. It was a Law and Order that I created in my mind.

The one scene I remembered was this:

One of the lawyers was in his upper state Manhattan apartment. The apartment suggested that he was very well off. Cutting the crap and getting right to the description: He was black, gay and living with his black lover. They both had short hair, and light brown skin. One was wearing a moustache.

The scene was set up as such:

We (the audience) are shown around the apartment.
He leans in off camera to give his lover a kiss.
The camera moves in to the two men giving each other their affections for each other.

Now I have to prepare for Hurricane Francis. Will it ever end?