This is from a few nights ago… sorry about the delay, but my laptop lacks photoshop as of now and I feel that I need a photo!

1) I am with some friends, whom I cannot remember, and we discover how to go back in time. We go back to Dogtown, the old haven for the skateboarding culture. My friends and I traveled with our boards and we meet up with Stacy Peralta, Tony Alva, and Jay Adams. We teach them some of the tricks of modern skateboarding, and at the same time we learn many things from their experience. We are also with some asian dude who cannot interact much due to the space-time continuum (Shogo Kubo perhaps?) who was dead in the future (Shogo is certainly still alive… I dunno what that was all about) We just skated around on our different boards and had a blast. End of dream.

2) the next night I am with a girl (my one reader knows who this is...) for whom I thought I had fallen for after a long relationship. We are back in Madison, and it seems that we are dating. I take her out to a very special, very extravagant restaurant and she is loving it. We are dining and wining, indulging our senses and enjoying each other’s company to the utmost extent. Suddenly, a certain guy (a much more meaty fellow whom is currently being dated by said girl, as has been the case for the last toomanymonths depending on whom you ask [hello, J]) comes along and she is far more interested in him. I leave the restaurant, heartbroken. I end up wandering away from Madison over to Washington DC (Ha! On foot?) There I run into Kiani and she tells me that any woman that doesn’t appreciate my mind is hardly a woman at all. We “make love” (a term I HATE, by the way, but I use it to describe the over-the-top romanticized sex that can only occur in dreams) and all is well again. I wake feeling pretty good about my day ahead.

The last one is pretty literal. I wonder at times why anyone ever buys those bullshit dream-interpretation books. Isn’t it this obvious for everyone when they dream things?