Somehow, Brad Pitt was our ex-inlaw, even though he was not married to anyone in my family, and Jennifer Aniston was not related to us. But he was over at my parents' house, picking up some of his stuff and talking about computers with my brother. He was a pretty nice guy.
Last night in my dream--I don't know what the context was--I drank about half a Guinness and then felt panicky and did not know why I had done it. I know that there was more going on there, but I don't remember anything else. It's odd because I don't miss it or crave it, but it probably has something to do with Pete's gig at The Dubliner this weekend and my brave plans to attend on Saturday.
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