To go along with this truth-spouting weirdness, I got a new string of dreams. Hoorah. I guess it's not so bad. I continue to have problems staying in the van, and the whole CIA database living in my brain was apparently sent with good (but still mysterious) intentions. Broke up with my incredibly good-looking fake-girlfriend to pursue an incredibly-good looking real girlfriend (yay, go dream!Chuck), then got dumped by said real girlfriend for assuming she was working for terrorists (boo, dream!Chuck). Kissed the former fake-girlfriend - for the record, she kissed me - because we thought we were about to be blown up.
Let's see, what else ... Oh. The guy who destroyed my life to protect it is actually my former fake-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, my little spy team gets in trouble but we save the day anyway, things at the Buy More continue to be just really messed up.
I'll say this, my dream life? Is never boring.
Probably because I don't stay in the van.