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Happy birthday to me!

Last "night" I had a dream so wonderful and so difficult to translate into words that, rather than attempt to transcribe it entirely, I will share the last vivid detail I can recall before waking up to my son's voice...

My husband and I are sitting in the front seats of a nondescript car parked on the street directly in front of a dark, multi-story building. We are obviously in an urban area though not necessarily in a neighborhood that warrants concern for our personal safety. It is late at night (almost or maybe early morning) and he has just expressed some doubt regarding our purpose.

Holding a piece of red chalk in front of his face I declare, "We are fucking guerrilla artists. Of course we can do this!"

I love my husband for having the good sense to participate in such an awesome dream on my birthday. Of course, I loved him before I had this dream but because of it I'm quite certain that I love him just a little bit more.