Dreamed of being mailed a map of the world from a museum travel organization that wanted me to join; being in a second-floor room with a non-existent toilet (the campaign office has a rather substandard bathroom); walking in London, with a wife and young daughter; getting caught in a riot when a pro-Israel fundraiser got sold out(?); seeking shelter in a driveway leading underground; meeting someone who took me to the seacoast and a huge haystack for climbing.
Saw the Canadian Opera Company's production of Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes at the Hummingbird Centre in the afternoon. The drama was curiously ambivalent.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw Buster Keaton's silent comedy Our Hospitality (for the second time). Very clever, with a great waterfall climax.
On Six Feet Under Nate found a private space his father had kept.
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