I dreamt I was staying with strangers in a house that was part my parents’ house and part not. There was a large garage shared with other families that was carpeted, and in which everyone let their babies crawl around. There was a windowsill made of cement with graffiti carved into it. There was that character Grace from the old sitcom “Grace Under Fire,” and she was watching TV in the bathroom. Her daughter lent me a piece of paper outlining the classes she could take at school, and I left it upstairs where I had been watching “Law and Order” (after watching it downstairs with my grandma), but then I couldn’t remember how to get upstairs to get the paper back for the daughter, so much of the dream focused around my trying to fit into the air conditioning ducts until I remembered the stairs. But then there was this long, weird part where I was coming back to the house after leaving it and going through the front yard. The yard was thick with vegetation but had been sprayed for insects. Still, there were gigantic spider webs, and these large, bright green, hairy spiders running around. Totally scary. Just as I was thinking, what are these spiders eating if all of the insects have been sprayed away, I noticed a small groundhog struggling in a net … and then another. It was horrifying, and I rushed inside. Alas, I could gain no sympathy from the residents for the awful scene I had encountered in their yard. They were proud of their groundhog-eating spiders.

And thus, my dreams have truly become multimedia. So much for reading friends’ blogs at bedtime.