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Last night, I ate way too much Indian food and had dreams that were just ... well ... unreal. For someone that doesn't dream of people very often, it was quite shocking to wake up in the morning and remember everything. Although the majority of the dream took place in a large library - I clearly remember getting the impression that people were in smaller rooms off to the side (and down dark hallways) having sex - this was obviously supposed to be my college library. Two Xs made brief cameos - one showing up in humorous bondage gear (I quickly closed the door to that room upon passing) and the other remaining mysterious in a dark corner. Matt LeBlanc was also there - pretending to look at books on the shelves. He was apparently being stalked by someone who was either his agent or his lawyer and sitting at the reading-room table ... just watching. He seemed terrified of her. My grandmother made an appearance as well. After dancing a little jig by the copy machine, she removed an empty book from a nearby shelf and proceeded to transcribe music from a song she learned many years ago. Then ... well ... then I woke up.

I had left-over Indian food tonight. Hopefully I'll have another interesting night in dreamland.

Oh, and since when is it acceptable to friendster someone you have neither met nor talked with in order to suggest a threesome? Well?! Well ... I held my head up high and passed on the offer ... this time.