Dreams I have friends who put a lot of stock into their dreams. For them it is very much a window into the soul and all that. Myself, on the other hand, am want to dismiss such things as being needlessly obvious. I'm naked at work? Maybe work is driving me insane. Wow, thank God I dreamed about that. And so it goes. For the most part. Sometimes, however, there are dreams that are painfully obvious. Telling in way that even I can't ignore. I hate those dreams because they are usually my subconscience telling me that I'm totally doing the wrong thing. Even though the wrong thing is what I really want to be doing.
Why can't my brain shut the fuck up and mind its own business?
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