Last night, some fathers who were gang members were talking to me about their sons. I felt like I was a consultant of some sort, but they felt comfortable approaching me.
Then I saw large birds, like pelicans or storks, flying over the gang neighborhoods, carrying what looked like groceries in their beaks. The birds looked lit up from within and I was watching their flight as though I was right next to them.
Later, I was shooting a show with Larry David and several other people, and Larry was not only playing my step-grandfather in the show, but he was also my step-grandfather in real life. When we weren't shooting we were flirting with one another and we were carrying it a little too far. We were about to have sex when he told me he just couldn't, because he was my step-grandfather, and that was just too weird. I felt fine with the fact that he was a step-relative, it didn't bother me at all and wouldn't have stopped me, but then I heard my mother and Stephen outside the door and knew we couldn't have sex with them that close. So we reluctantly called off our tryst.
