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| Last night, I had another bizarre dream. I was auditioning for the part of a game show host for two people I don't really like. The two people stood above me as I answered survey questions on a laptop. Everytime I'd enter an answer they'd make these obnoxiously loud buzzing noises, followed by phrases that made little or no sense: Errrr, thanks for parking in a no parking zone! Whew wee, substitution is against generic laws. Like I said, the phrases were ridiculous. I'm not even sure what type of game it was. I don't really watch game shows and have only met the people I was auditioning for once, possibly twice. Since I'm not fond of them or game shows it's weird that they'd end up in my dreams. It seems the only dreams I can recall are crazy or scary. It'd be nice to remember something sweet. Theres a dream I have where I sail away; Looking back I wave at you, And I wave goodbye ~ "Caroline" by Concrete Blonde |