Dreams, etc.

I had a truly horrible dream last night about some guy first hitting on me then practically assaulting me. Nothing I said could discourage him, and then he's sort of grabbing for me, but he gets onto my back in the very place it's most difficult to hit him (like an itch you can't scratch). All the same, I land a few solid blows, but he's as unfazed by them as my words earlier. Finally I manage to grab him and throw him bodily across the room, then slip out of sight while he's not looking.

The rest of the dream was relatively pleasant. Hanging out with Chris Greene and Noah in the supermarket next door, toy section. They had these stupid overelaborate lightsabers that would have been awesome if they'd stuck to the original design, but no, they had like four blades. All the same, I totally trounced the guys in a quick swordfight.

And then chatting with Jeff in the parking lot, leaning on his car, some lady drives up in a truck with four flat tires (that looked like they'd been burned then rolled in dirt) and dragging a huge tree branch. I offered to help but she declined so Jeff and I just stay there and talk while she pulls into a parking space.

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Oh God I miss the guy. I finally saw Fahrenheit 451 last night with my mom and couldn't stop thinking about spending time just reading with him.

I must be slipping. Or the cake was just that rich.

I just said "No thank you, I've had plenty of chocolate today." Wow.

I love my work. The owner made us a Sachertorte, so totally rich. And I got a discount on a Scharffenberger freddo from Peets cause I work at the bakery.

That thing I said about avoiding chocolate? Not happening, not when people give me free chocolate, GOOD chocolate, lots of it.

Snapshots

Trying to think of something to write. I can feel the writing itch, but I don't know where it'll go.

Here we go - ( Snapshots )