I rarely remember dreams and if I do they are boring. But this morning I woke up laughing. I was at a 20th anniversary of something and my pal Chicken was there holding the hand of a chubby four year old who was packed into winter boots and a ski-doo suit. He starts laughing at me because I am wearing a pale lavender toque with a really over sized patch on it. The patch is slightly irregular. It has dark edging and a white background with some pale spacey stars and space clouds with a black head and shoulders silhouette of a cat eyed round headed spaceman. Now I want that hat.

Chicken's Dad laughed at it, too, saying it was the stupidest hat he had ever seen. No wonder I don't try to remember the dreams before they fade away.