A Pillow of Dreams

Michelle and I are lying on our bed, and Kev, you are standing in our room along with my 2nd grade girlfriend Maria and an unnamed friend of her's. You're reading aloud a list on a scrap of paper that is supposed to be a list of everyone I ever had a crush on, but you're reading things like "VCU commemorative dime", which in the dream is instantly visualized in my head as a fine coin adorned with the brooding Johnson Hall on the back and a VCU logo across it. You're kind of rambling, and then you fall face down drunk onto the floor beside my side of the bed. There is drool coming from your mouth. I step over you and lead Maria and friend to their quarters, which are actually my parents' basement circa 1987. I pull out the sleep sofa for them, hand them sheets, and Maria remarks it's been a long time since we've seen each other.