Then I went back to sleep, and now I can't remember anything at all about what the dreams were about except the above. So, I'm having a recurring dream sequence with Morgan in it but other than that I know absolutely nothing about it. It's weird how you can remember past dreams while you're dreaming but not when you're awake.
I went to see my parents yesterday. It was the first time I'd seen my dad and my brother in person since I came out to them in October. Since then, and my dad has gone and crippled himself by running too many marathons. Now he's hoping for knee surgery because otherwise he'll never be able to climb stairs or get up from chairs properly again. This is why I think exercise fanatacism is dumb. If you insist upon running 26 miles per day periodically year-round for 15 years, your legs go on strike and refuse to do anything at all anymore.
Anyway, I told my parents that I'm now officially actively seeking employment in New York. My mom said, "You should leave your furniture and your car here with us and just buy new ones over there to save transportation expenses, and then if you come back here a year later you can have them back." I said, "Obviously I have no intention of moving back and forth across the country every other year. Why on earth would you imagine that I'd want to do that?"
My parents have such extremely puzzling ideas.