Dream Log

I've been meaning to start keeping a dream log ever since I started having some really whacked-out dreams a few weeks ago.  I managed to remember today's long enough to grab my laptop and write it down before it slipped away back to whatever bizarre place it came from - but I'm going to dig up a journal to keep beside the bed!
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Last night I dreamt that I was back in Spokane for a conference or something, and I was staying downtown only the neighborhood looked more like Washington DC, with row houses and little cafe's tucked in, and I was rollerblading down the street and looked in a cafe window and saw Sky Becker sitting there (guy from college) and I went in to say hello, and he looked at me like I was an angel come down from heaven and told me he'd been looking and looking for me, and that he was sorry he was such an ass when we knew each other and could we try to be friends again.  (Which, yes??  Hello, dude was HOT even if he was an ass.  It's my thing for blue-eyes-dark-hair coming into play again.)


Then, same dream, I had to go out to Riverside for something work-related and meet someone in the middle school, except the building was closed for renovations and I couldn't find anybody, and then I realized that the classrooms had all been shoved inside a stack of coolers. (What happened to the laws of physics?!  We're suddenly in an episode of Dr. Who...)  Then I walked down to the high school and Mr. Martin (head football coach) was there working on the school budget (it was summer break) and I was all, why are YOU stuck doing the budget?  And there was another teacher there too that I didn't recognize and she said they all had to do their share of the work but that they made the best of it, and she handed me a bottle of Grey Goose and another of Boone's Farm.