Network

I feel like I have a hangover, but I didn't drink anything. I think it's the dreams I had last night. I know this network is kinda odd about talking about their dreams, but I had some strange ones. I was growing up in the 1960's and there was even singing involved - we're talking musical worthy song break out. It was so odd and I don't understand why I'm dreaming about that.

What the fuck. I woke up with a can of Farrah Fawcett hair spray in my hand. What? Who wakes up with hair spray? It doesn't help that I was totally having dreams set in the 80's and my hair is out of control, but I'm the cool dude on the high school campus. I have the sudden urge to put on a Members Only jacket, put in a cassette and have a jam session.

What the hell is wrong with me.

It would seem that I need to make room for a new couch in my home. Not necessarily new, but it is my couch from my dreams. One less thing for Petrovsky to defile with his greedy little hands.

It's only a murder of crows if there's probable caws.

It's kind of eerie how these dreams are paralleling my real life, right down to my divorce. Was that necessary? Now I can have failed in both my dream life and my real life.

I've met Jim finally though. In case you were wondering if he's as much of an ass in my dreams as he is in real life, he definitely is. Ask him about the Kobayashi Maru test.