Get your booty on the floor tonight

I don't really feel like talking about Chelsea just yet, or about the work situation that has been created. I'll get to that soon enough.

So instead, I'll talk about the two weird dreams I had last night. They may have been the same dream, I don't know.

The shorter one, I was driving. Pulled up at Lancaster and Craddock, getting ready to take a left, when this little blue car pulled into that weird little paved area across the street. I knew it was Mindy, but I didn't know how I knew. I then dismissed that knowledge as random speculation, when Mindy stuck her head out the window of the aforementioned car. She yelled something at me which I couldn't hear, but I somehow read her lips, and she was telling me that there was a hundred dollar bill on my windshield. That sounded kind of weird, so I got out and checked, and sure enough... it was right there. As I got out, though, it blew off, and started blowing down the grassy area on the other side of Craddock. Naturally, I got out and started chasing it. She got out and helped. We chased it down easily enough, and started heading back to our cars. I ripped it in half (got two 50's) and gave one to her, and kissed her on the lips. She reacted with surprise, but didn't pull away. It wasn't a long, drawn-out affair, nor was there tongue, but it was open-mouthed. Very weird.

Possible analyzation? A few things. First, I'm dealing with the loss of my truck right now, and a lot of memories of those two are intertwined - Mindy and my truck, I mean. I'm also hurt and alone right now, and dearly wish I had some to hold me and comfort me, which will naturally lead back to thoughts of Mindy as well.

The sceond one was equally strange, if not more so. The entire thing took place in this one classroom. I was on the phone with this other guy, and as a joke, I said some things that would make it strongly seem as though I were gay. This really cute girl was nearby and heard them, though I (in the dream) didn't knew she had, so she thought I was gay. She was very sad, and decided (?) to start liking this other guy, who actually was gay, but she didn't know that. Again, she was very cute. Not "hot" in the classical sense, but very attractive. Freckles and very pretty eyes. This one seems shorter in recollection, but it was in the middle of one of Stapp's classes, and I'm skipping the Statistics parts about alpha levels and the Poissant distribution curves and its proofs (which are fascinating, I assure you. During Statistics at SWT, I was going to leave way early to go help Lilie with something, but ended up staying for the entire class to watch the proofs, then went and helped her afterwards. It wasn't time-crucial or anything like that.)

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