I had a dream about a dog named David last night. It was very interesting. He was a German Shepard mix. Black and some brown underneath. No, he didn’t talk or anything special like that, he was just a dog. And I had to feed him special food. And his name was David, but I’m not sure why. And then after that I was stuck in the middle of this industrial part of town, someone said it was Brooklyn but it looked like another country. I didn’t have enough money for the train.