So last night I had a dream that there was a new dress code at work -- we could only wear t-shirts if the picture/text on the front was the same size as the picture/text on the back. I argued until I was blue in the face that this was unnecessarily restrictive, and that I would have to replace my entire wardrobe, to no avail. I even pointed out
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Then again I had a dream that Alyson Hannigan and I were sneaking around the disused third floor of a mental-hospital-turned-museum looking for ghosts and then heard footsteps from upstairs and got excited and then talked to the ghost of a janitor who was very friendly and offered to take us up to the fourth floor on a very tiny elevator and I wasn't sure that was such a good idea and was relieved when the door closed too quickly for us to get in and I'm pretty sure we made out at that point and...
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