Interesting dialogue

Perhaps it was all the tofurkey I ate yesterday, but I had a very upsetting dream last night where somebody was torturing me. And not torturing me as in making me use a Blackberry with an unreliable keyboard to write this.

Packing

My Kindle arrived in the mail today, which is terrifically exciting, although my joy was somewhat diluted by the terror of packing.

Dreaming of dogs

I had a strange dream this morning about a Mardi Gras parade in Hong Kong, which consisted of five West Highland terriers swinging around a metal pole hung off the back of a truck. My fiancee thought the dogs were enjoying it, whereas I thought it was cruel of my subconscious to send small dogs spinning through the air in ever decreaasing circles around the pole. On the other hand, I have a pathological dislike of small yappy dogs and always want to kick them over a convenient fence, so I was probably complicit in this canine-carnival-abuse.

Strangely when I woke up and asked my fiancee about this, she feigned ignorance of the spinning, swinging dogs. But I'm sure she was in the dream with me. Why wouldn't she remember?

Dreams

I had an unexpectedly vivid dream this morning. Maybe it's strange to consider dreams as unexpected, but it's the first one I recall having in months. Truly, I am a soulless automaton without dreams or ambition.

Sweet Dreams

I had a very exciting dream this morning. I'm not the sort of person to bore you with the minutae of my life, so suffice it to say it was incredibly exciting.

Also, I woke up thinking "golly, what an exciting dream."

Because upon waking, I assume the persona of a twelve-year-old schoolboy from the 1950s.

No, really.