Back to bed and

 ...the dream state happens. After I solve wordle and get to genius on Spelling Bee, usually around 5 a.m., I go back to bed and sometimes fall asleep, or maybe almost asleep, if you can dream in that state. Nothing much happens and dreams are soon forgotten , unable to be revived, but slip away like oil on water. But today's dream has clung to my mind, even though it's about nothing, kind of like the Seinfeld premise. So I write it down.

   Dave was driving me to an appointment, medical in nature I presume. It was a calm day and a routine type  visit, memorable  only because Dave very rarely drove me to appointments, nor did I drive him to his, until he couldn't drive anymore.  We drove into the parking area, a wide lot, with an average number of vehicles parked in  it. Dave found a parking space on the far end. Seeing there were spots available closer to the building, I suggested we park over there. He said we were late already. I, probably feeling responsible for whatever delay might have occurred, looked at the car clock and said that the clock was usually fast, that I most likely wouldn't be late, and that parking closer would likely shorten the time of lateness, not extend it.

 I went into the building alone, and a pleasant woman with clipboard took my name  and told me where to sit, at the end of  a long wooden table pretty much filled with other patients. There were 2 seats vacant at one end, and I  asked if I should sit at the farthest end. She said yes, where that little girl, whose name escapes me, had been sitting, though she had been  circulating through the room, not sitting very much. I sat down and the intake woman approached with the clipboard, very friendly and welcoming. She said something, smiling as she spoke,  but I could not hear her words. On the third attempt, I was able to hear her say that in all the many times I had been there, she had never before had to sign me in after 12th period. Now that I could hear her, I had to figure out what she meant. Finally, I got it. Ah, I said, you are using a school calendar.

So that was the dream. What did you expect, an annotated version of Grimm's Fairy Tales or a look into the Peloponnesian War?