Another dream, another night. Although this time it was more vivid than the last. I wonder just how real these are. It made it hard to focus on work this morning. I was pretty sure the stuff of my dreams was going to walk through the garage doors. I need more coffee for this.
Also all my laundry is folded. Dude, I leave that shit in a pile when I'm done, who snuck in and folded laundry? even the shop towels I brought home are neat.