A Sunday, with dreams on top.

I often have vivid dreams. The dream I had last night left me in a strange mood when I woke.

The dream had started strangely enough, there was a guy who I was watching in third person who was fighting vampires and Nazis ala Indiana J. This somehow progressed into a classroom setting where there was a women who had me smitten. She was not some grotesque manifestation of boobs and such, but she was a genius. You know how in dreams you have a "meta" sense about some things? She was brilliant and cunning, but shy and not the type of person that would rub her vast intellect in your face. She did very little in terms of talking or moving, but the little that she did my infatuation only multiplied. The subtlety of her words and movements told me she was kind.

The Indiana guy was there too, and I felt competitive towards him, even though neither he nor I had made any attempts to win her favor.

As from me waking up feeling alone in the universe, Sunday ended up being a good day. Here's my day: I road my bike, I ate tasty ham sandwich, I sat outside reading a comic while drinking limeade and smoking a cigar, then later dinner with friends. All of this in magnificient 74 degree weather and a cloudless sky... but

Thanks for fucking up my Christmas dream lady.