Well, I've had an odd dream or two in the last month. Not odd-bad, just odd subject matter.
In the first one, I'm riding a bicycle through a plaza in Singapore. Couldn't tell you why it was Singapore, it was kinda the bottom of a skyscraper which had pebbles-in-concrete and angular concrete going to the main building with arches in it, and little shops on the ground floor accessible from the outside. Now, the fact that I remember having a dream at all is bizarre in itself. But in the first one (about a month ago) I was riding with documents in my hand which I had to get to TFC! I can't remember what they were, but I remember that they were urgent. I got them to her, and we walked for a couple of minutes before she said she couldn't lunch with me that day, we'd have to arrange another time. Thus Endeth Dream 1.
Dream 2 – which I had this morning, I'm cycling around the same plaza, looking for TFC's work – We'd arranged the lunch we talked about in the previous dream. (and yes, I was aware that it was a previous dream) I go cycling and cycling and can't find it, I'm pissed off because I could find it just fine when it wasn't for just the pleasure of her company, and now I'm having trouble. Then a cop yells at me because there's no cycling in this plaza, so I cycle off and determine that I should text TFC to find out where she works. I get off the bike and walk for a while in a lush parkland (without texting) then I think about texting her on my iPhone (seriously, the words in my head were "I should text her on my iPhone!") and as I pulled said device out of my pocket I woke up.
I have absolutely no idea what any of this means or why I dreamt it.
Have you been sending me psycho energy TFC? I mean, I don't tend to dream about girls…