Weekend Dreams

In the wee hours of Saturday morning, I dreamt that my bathroom sink was the most famous bathroom sink in the world, because that was where the Pentagon Papers were thoroughly-washed before being presented to the world in 1971. Last night, I had a recurring dream about being inside a ramshackle two-story wooden building, so seriously-weathered and decayed that a good strong wind could blow it over. The crisis was that the roof was leaking again. The adjacent adobe buildings were practically awash in roof leaks too. For some reason, I dream a lot about decaying structures. I keep dreaming about these impractical buildings, even though I've never seen these buildings in real life.