I dreamed I was at the mall. I had food and was wandering around looking for a table. Then I stood in line at an ice cream shop and talked to two strange girls about twinks in history. They wanted to know if I could think of any. "Philomen," I said. The girl nodded knowingly or maybe blankly, then asked who that was. My subconscious decided it was the name of Alexander the Great's catamite. Uh, no. Apparently it's an alternate spelling or an inversion of "Philemon" from the Bible, a name I don't recall ever seeing before, but which obviously signifies my need to be brought to the love of God. Actually, when I woke up, I confused it with "Philomela," which I thought meant "nightingale." The story of Philomela--well. Philomela was raped by her brother-in-law Tereus, who cut out her tongue, but she tattled to her sister, Procne, by weaving the story into a tapestry. Procne then killed Itys, her child with Tereus, and ran away with Philomela, Tereus pursuing them with his manly sword. Then the gods wandered along and turned Procne into a nightingale and Philomela into a swallow and Tereus into a hoopoo, whatever the hell that is. Itys was resurrected and turned into a goldfinch. The moral of the story being that we are all one step away from incurring the mercy of wild gods and being turned into pet birds. Anyway, in my dream, I did come up with Ganymede after that. And then got my ice cream and went to the dollar store where I saw a $69 lamp I wanted to buy, not long after which I woke up. Hello.