I woke up this morning from dreaming that I had dreamt something I thought I actually dreamt for real.

Erm, the point is, dreams are weird... you close your eyes to find out a few minutes later that you've gone somewhere else and you're seeing things with your eyes closed. So far I've gone as much as seeing stuffed monkeys floating underwater, my thumb falling off and having someone in an Afghan hospital trying to sew it back, seeing people standing on narrow wall edgings saying "The Purpose" while tapping a finger on a can of Alpine milk, and finding myself skipping slow-mo outside a public school. Wheeee...

In dreaming, reality gets turned inside out, and insanity doesn't have to exist in a separate world. Anything can happen, and that's just what makes its weirdness so special... and I like that. =}

And as a postscript... milk with orange juice and fast food is a really bad substitute for dinner. Oh blah.