Maybe millions of people go by

There is a rock that has moved into the space on top of my building's mailboxes. It's been there for a couple months now, and it moves between mailbox 102 (mine) to about 106 or so. I continue to be confused. Where did it come from? Who moves it? I appreciate the rock, and I will be sad when it leaves.

My dreams have become particularly strange these days. Last night I was at, and sometimes in, John Cusak's wedding. The thing to notice here, though, is that the little man with yellow fingertips and thumbs has faded to mostly just background noise. He still shows up, but he's not talking shit. And he's not around when I'm awake. This is all to the best because it was really creeping me out, having him there but not having control over it.
Still, though, my dreams have been wedding-y since I got back from Florida, and I think my bridesmaid's dress may have gone to my head.