Last night I had a dream about Q. I woke up (in the dream) and Q had opened the cage and let the two birds out. T helped me get them back in, then I had to go around the house turning off all of the radios Q had turned on. The next thing I remember is being out on the street, and Q had gotten into our car (an old black Chevy like my father once drove--maybe a fifties model? Large with lots of chrome, a hood ornament, etc.) and was driving away. I didn't know what to do. I ran down the street, but she was out of sight. Finally she came tooling back, laughing. I told her that if she wanted to drive she had to pass the driving test and get a license. She found that uproariously funny.
