That Was A Really Fucked Up Dream

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For the most part, I had a great day yesterday. I started listening to my Pandora radio station again, and remembered why I listened to it so much, receieved news from my boss that I had no errors last week, news that I should qualify for a scholarship to CSWL, remembered to post b-day message for a friend, and invited folks to come out dancing this weekend. We got slammed at work, so I opted to work overtime. This was kind of a mistake, as Ken then got home before me, so I had no "me" time before we jetted off to the gym. Gym was alright - I didn't work as hard on the cross-trainer as I could have, because I was anticipating a rough workout from my favorite Energizer class. Class was subbed, so was just alright. Decent workout, just not the one I was looking for. I should probably have gone to Ralphs or Tj's or something after, just to have some time to myself, even if it was just walking around the store, but I went straight home instead. Ken was on the computer, trying to figure out the mp3 player I bought him. What I got him for X-mas: CD's, and an Archos 504. What I should have gotten him: CD's, and an Archos 504 with all of his music already uploaded. He's a good guy, my Ken is, and bravely perservered to 1) figure out how to do all this, and 2) figure out the most painless way to move his cds to the player. I had a drink, but it was awful, and only served to upset my tummy. I tried to molest Ken a couple times in my sleep, and he tried to molest me once, but nothing happened any of the times.

And now the part you've all been waiting for: I had a really weird set of dreams throughout the night. Started with us getting together with this couple, and our reason for being there kept changing. We were either friends with this couple, and getting together for the holidays, or else trapping them. We gave them a box with a swarm of bugs in it, and mixed in with the bugs were gems. The next dream I had was one of Ken telling me he was positive, and had been for the past 10 years, and the dream after that went into some Diablo-ish stuff. Obviously, it's the middle one that had me freaked out. Actually, it was one of those dreams that you think is real, and then keep wondering about a good 20 min. after you've already woken up. Ken doesn't believe dreams mean anything, but I'm way more neutral on the topic. I don't necessarily think they do, but I don't write them off either. I'm not terribly bright when it comes to them, though, so I just look for the most obvious "hidden meaning". In this case, it probably has to do with the 14th, and how I'm still not satisfied with my knowledge of the evening.