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so it happend again last night... I dreamed a dream [of days gone by]

except I don't remember most of it. I remember, though, the british and the indians were in it and I think they might have been fighting a war... but it was in some sort of futuristic setting and there were hostages of some sort... really, I just remember feeling conflict.

I awoke [singing, ooooo, only thing to do] - I notice that I had left the TV on the history channel and there was documentary about some british/indian war or something... I don't know... I promptly changed the channel to headline news because I needed to get ready for work.

are we meant to remember our dreams? there doesn't seem like there is enough time for our dreams to move from our short term to our long term memory... memory is a finicky thing, it is... so why do we dream? to keep our sanity? to unwind the mess of the day so that we forget what is necessary to keep moving? if you remembered everything as strongly as you first felt it, would you not be immobilized by anger or dispair or sadness? or would that be cancelled out by every joyous moment, every gush of pride, or fit of laughter...

I don't know.

but dreams can be fun... and dreams can suck.

does the kind of salad you make at the salad bar define you?

basically, when I go to the salad bar, I am essentially making a sandwich - but backwards and much more leafy...

I add the lettuce, I add some ham, eggs, cucumbers, spinach leaves, carrots... I add some pine nuts or sunflower seeds, cheese, and bacon bits... then I add thousand island or a raspberry vinagrette - depending on my mood and then I throw on croutons.

so like a sandwhich, but bigger than a handful and much less bread.

so what does that mean?

nothing. because a stupid salad bar just means that you wanted to eat a stupid salad instead of the other crap they have at the cafeteria (i.e. the meatloaf that will crack your teeth and make you get a root canal)

go figure.

"it's a rock, it doesn't have any vulnerable spots"