Dreams

I had several pretty elaborate/meaningful dreams last night. I don't know the order, but this is what took place:

1) Background info: Over the course of the last few years, whenever I do the vegetarian diet, I always always always break for chicken wings. It's the one meat product I have a very hard time controlling myself with, even though they make me sick as a dog every time.

So! In this dream, I was sitting at a table with my Kalamazoo life coach (a real human being, just so you know) and I had these hot wings in my hands, with the perfect coating of bleu cheese on top. And I sat there, with these wings in my hand and I remember thinking how badly I wanted the wings. I got as close to my mouth without eating them, and just as I was about to give in, I threw them down and didn't give into temptation. I think this means something about how maybe in real life, im trying to not give into something that I strongly desire that I know isn't good for me. Or, it could mean that I just have a huge fucking craving for chicken wings. Cause I do.

2) I rode my bike (which is non-existant) to Lincoln from Kalamazoo and made it in under 7 hours. I remember being amazed that I could travel to Lincoln faster than I could in a car. When I got to Lincoln, I went to Iron Brush and hung out with all the dudes there. The only one that I distinctly recognized was Nate, the guy who did my tattoo there. I remember that part being a lot of fun. I'm not sure if I think this dream meant anything, other than I wish I could get to Lincoln in a speedy manner.

3) This dream was really elaborate and involved. I don't remember a whole lot of the details anymore, but it had to do with people I work with at Food Dance, and there was a big money conspiracy, where a bunch of money came up missing. I was absolutely sure it was Dan (see: dreamy boy I went out to drinks with). Someone (Dan) had sent everyone on a wild goose chase in order to come up with this money, with this disc man and a cd with songs as clues so that we could find the said dough. In my head I knew it was Dan, but no one would believe me. When I went to re-play the cd a second time in order to try to figure things out, the disc man became a cell phone and Dan was on the other end. He ended up telling me he was infact the person who hid the money and I was right the entire time. He had hit it, so that it could be used for charity rather than it becoming dirty money (which apparently it would have if he wouldn't have stolen it). On the phone he told me he wanted to hide it where he knew I would find it for sure, and that he was staking out in Arkansas until the whole thing blew over. After everyone found the money, I was riding in the back seat of a car owned by this girl I work with, and I looked out the window and there was Dan, riding on a bike. When I went to look again, he turned into Jake Hoy-Elswick.

I'm not really sure as to why Dan turned into Jake. They have a few similarities (dred locks, really nice dudes) but that dream was fucking ridiculous.


I think i'm going to go see Sex and the City today. Also, Indiana Jones. Gonna be a good day.