I am not sure there is a connection, but ever since I started drinking my new fennel/anise/cumin tea before bed, I have been having THE craziest dreams. All very vivid, semi-realistic, and all involving people very close to me. Last night, I dreamed that I was driving through northern France, but to get from the west to the north we had to drive through Holland (bad traffic, maze of tiny LA-style freeways) and Belgium, both of which were significantly smaller than they really are. At the Belgian border I had to give up the car and bike across, but I ended up sitting on the beach to look at the water instead. Then I dreamed M and I were staying at a lakeside house near Prenzlauer Berg, where a killer was on the loose, so we had to plan our day in order to avoid him. We ended up at a hotel in an apple orchard where I chased the Lessig kids around and my sister, mother, and I attended a shoe/fashion convention, where my mom traded in one of her timeshare weeks in exchange for a horribly ugly pair of ankle booties for Michelle.

Maybe I am just going crazy.