Heh, last night I dreamt I was playing pro football and I scored the winning touchdown for some important game or other. Meanwhile in my dream I was still my uberdorky self. I even made some comment during a post game press conference like "Fuck yeah! We're going to the fucking Superbowl!" even though we were just starting the season or something, and the Superbowl was months and months away. All the jocks and jock-reporters around me were visibily concerned with my insanity and non jockiness. I was even interviewed by some jock-reporter and I tangented into some diatribe about some Futurist nerd topic or another.

I also dreamt that I was hanging out with my ex-boss and just doing random date-like things, and ended up making out. A lot. While she was ultimately attractive, cute and wonderfully nerdy and techy, she's also married, Mormon, and totally out of bounds even in my daytime imagination. I woke up going "What the fuck!?" indeed.

I have no idea how the two dreams relate to each other. I hate football, unless I'm playing not so serious mud football and I get to stomp around like a wookie on my inhumanly large cyclist legs and drag wimpy art nerds around.

Well, I have encountered homosexuals who could pass for Grizzly Adams, but I travel in strange circles.

I almost never remember my dreams clearly, although I seem to often have dreams that take place in labyrnthine houses for some reason.

I never, ever remember my dreams, except when I wake up, I'll remember perhaps a second or two and then it's gone.

I love watching my cats when they're having a dream.

Hmm. Xanax is a beautiful thing, but I think I sleep and dream more deeply without it (now that you mention it.) I feel as if I didn't dream at all last night, although I'm sure I did.

I would love to buy you a cuppa coffee.

Last night I dreamed that all my cucumbers had been neglected and had gotten huge. In fact the whole graden was overgrown, massive zucchinis I couldn't use, huge cukes. I think it's a sign of my worry that I'm losing my grip, too much to do and the stress is all I can think about lately.

But the goddess and I are off to the Windy City tomorrow for a short but much-anticipated mini-vacation.

Anyone want to share a beer at the Taste this Friday?

salaam to Wrigley Field for me, buddy.

Thanks for the coffee tr33hggr. Don't neglect your cucumber - enjoy your vacation!

This morning at 3:30 I woke up with the worst migraine I've ever had. The pain was so bad I got nauseated and had to throw up. Not fun. I had not had any alcohol, weed, or prescription medications the night before - at worst I was a little dehydrated. I can't remember any dreams I might have had.

Will do jon; I've fell out of touch a bit, but hope you are doing well. And you can bet I didn't miss the chance to see a picture of your sweet booty!! :)

I know. I felt my ass get hot.

Last night I dreamed that I unexpectedly ran into a guy I dated in my mid-20s. At a college or something. It's foggy, but I think it was mainly just hanging out with him and catching up. I'm sure I had the dream because I haven't seen him in a few years and I just saw a recent photo of him the other day.

I seem to often have dreams that take place in labyrnthine houses for some reason.

Me too, since I was a kid. It's kind of weird because in real life I feel far more comfortable living in smaller places than larger. But the dreams about giant houses are rarely unpleasant. Sometimes they're pretty fun.

Ahem, your ass is always hot dude.

/goes without saying

Two nights ago I had a dream that I moved back in the my ex (oh god forbid, it's a waking nightmare) and that my cat's tail got ripped off and was lying in the middle of the floor. It was all very disturbing.

matildaben, that's awful. You should have, well, medicine for that!

I dream frequently, and sometimes remember them. The most recent dream involved neighbors I can't stand. In the dream, their house was located next to mine (they are really across the street). Another friend of theirs lived on the other side of me. ONe morning, I noticed the neighbors' packing up their cars for a trip to the beach. Then I noticed the other neighbor crossing through my yard to theirs (we all had fenced in yards, but there were gates that connected them.) I asked her what she was doing, and she said she always cut through my yard. They all left for their trip (taking the whole house with them). As soon as they were gone, I spent the rest of the time rigging the gates so they couldn't open anymore.