Last night I had a dream where I had eaten some cherries, being surprised how sweet and delicious they were, and reminding myself to write about them in my journal. There was a long line of people who were waiting to get their hands on some of those cherries. I think I was in some kind of prison where old ladies played cards in the libraries, and Pharrell Williams with a submachine gun chased me down when I tried to escape down a stairwell. Seriously odd.