Dreaming

I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately.

No, that's not right. Let me rephrase that.

I've been remembering a lot of weird dreams lately. I'm fairly certain I always have weird dreams - especially if the ones I recall are any indication. That's no suprise, though. I'm really weird. Not in a 'I'm psycho, I need to be locked away', or a 'Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me' kind of way (well, to some extent on that one), but in a quiet, 'no one really has any idea how weird I am' kind of way. I'm dead serious. People at work - no clue. They think they know, but they really have no idea. I've learned, over the course of many years of public school, that my train of thought and stream of consciousness is so completely out of sync with most peoples', that it's better if I just keep it all inside.

Anyway.

I had one about two weeks ago where I broke into an office building with Usher and two other people. I was wielding a sledgehammer, and used it to break the security cameras. At one point, as we're walking among all this high-tech computer equipment, I asked him, "Why are we breaking into this office building?" He responded, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, "To make two trains crash into each other."

Duh.

However, we started to hear police sirens in the distance, so we decided to make our exit. We made our way down to a handicapped door (ya know, with the little buttons that you can push to make the door open up), and there's a woman sitting at a desk by it. Usher asks if the police can come in that door, and she tells him that they can't. So we make our way out that door. We actually walk by a policeman, and the whole thing enters slow motion, as Usher turns to look at the cop, and the cop turns to look at him as we walk past each other. They arrest us because of my sledgehammer, and we get caught. The other three guys are playing it cool while we're sitting there, tied up, but I start losing it, and offer to sell them out for a lenient deal. Man, I'm a bitch.

The other dream I remember, from last night, isn't really that weird. It's about work. I hate dreaming about work. At least Dave hasn't been in any of them yet. Anyway, the only thing I really remember is that I'm taking these two girls' order, and they're being really stupid. Here's what they ordered:

• A #3 with mustard, mayonnaise, and cheese
  
• A #4, the same way
  
• Both with chili/cheese fries
  
• Both with Banana splits, chocolate only
  
• An additional order of cheese tots
  
• Another banana split, made the regular way

I know there's one or two more items I'm missing. Darn.