Chicago

Last night I dreamed I was in Chicago. Oh Chicago, how I miss you.

At first I was there for a conference, something like the Faith and Scholarship Symposium that I recently attended, at the University of Chicago. In my dream, the University of Chicago was up where the University of Illinois at Chicago was. A guy from my law school class was there with his wife and kids, and I was telling them all the things they could do in Chicago with their kids. Unfortunately that information was not very helpful for them, as they'd already done most of it. I was waiting for my husband to come meet me to go to the dinner for the conference, but I don't know if he ever found me. To get to the conference, you had to go across this bridge, and on one side you had this fabulous view of the skyline (which is one of the most beautiful things). On the other side, you could hear the gunfire from the gang wars going on in the rough neighborhoods on the south side.

There may have been more but I don't remember.

Additionally, I had a dream where Bart Simpson was riding a segue-way around these garages.