I don’t remember much about last night’s dream, beyond the fact that it opened with me getting on airplane in Dallas and flying to Italy, where I spent a week staying at a rural bed-and-breakfast. I then flew back to Dallas to make sure that my cat had enough food to last him for the next few weeks and I spent a night in my house (no one else, but the cat, was there because, like me, they were on vacation) and then the next day, I got back on an airplane and flew back to Italy. This time, I stayed in Rome and I spent a few days just walking around the city. Everyone was very friendly. Then, I got a train and I went down to Venice. I was in a gondola when I woke up.