I actually had a very vivid non-work dream, but of course, by the end of the day it had faded from memory. It involved Scott and some spat between him and Jesse.
Last night had its own set of oddities. I actually managed to reach over sleeping dogs to scribble a note to myself. It reads:
The top definitely says Eden lunch (I remember that part) but the second part I'm not so sure about; home haves? name naves? home naves?
Anyway, what I do remember from last night is that I was taking an exercise class, either yoga or pilates. I was in the middle of it when my yoga teacher (who was not teaching the class) and her husband came by to have a picnic.I was supposed to eat with them,but I couldn't leave the class I was in. They were setting up their blanket and food and beginning to eat. I was getting anxious because I knew that by the time I was done with the class, they would be done eating. I think I may have had part of the meal as well, like part of my anxiousness was that I was supposed to bring something and I wouldn't be there to contribute.
I know there was more, but that is all I can recall today.
ce sont faits les reves. what dreams are made of.
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