i have had a host of weird dreams over the past two weeks. last nights fantasies included a seal, a washer machine, and some potato chips. prior to that we had a screening of crimethinc letters from a college drop out, courtesy of sociology boy; several completely fictional instant message convos, a dream about repeatedly dining and dashing at the same restaurant over the course of a day, and then there was the perverted footsy thing. i;d love to have a psychic reading