Jun 06, 2005 07:24
What I find odd is how often my dreams incorporate real facts.
Last night, I dreamed I went out to dinner with Paris Hilton and some unidentified person who, in the dream, was a very close friend of mine. It came out to $150 each, and I had to call my mom and ask her to drop some money in my bank account because I only had (have) $76 in it.
Either this is a corollary to me planning to ask for Mom's credit card to buy a permanent account, or I need to quit eating granola right before bed.
I need to use this icon more. It's the best one I've ever made, I think.