I spent most of this morning dreaming of things stranger than anything I would have randomly guessed I'd dream about, which frankly isn't saying much of anything at all.

Did you ever have those silly compatibility tests in highschool? You know, the fundraisers somebody ran in which you answered some questions on a fill-in-the-bubble sheet regarding if you were a morning person, or a neat-freak, or enjoyed sports, liked to be "trendy." The tests everyone took, even the folks who weren't single--just for "fun" they'd say. . . hell I'd say it too! Ach, they were silly things, that calculated your compatibility with other people in your highschool based on how many answers you had in common. I never was matched with someone over 70%. ONCE I even got a girl on my list--the lists were typically encouraging strictly hetero pairings. . ..but I guess I got lucky--although even with her I wasn't that compatible. I DID date someone who was number one on my list my senior year, but I already had him in mind for many years before that silly pink sheet with my "test results" arrived. It was providence.

What exactly is the point of this rambling? The test results were in my dream for all of 2 seconds, but I remember talking about them to this guy who was assigned to my lunch table in, oh, 4th grade or so. We were hanging out in my basement just chatting, waiting for the golden hour to ring when it would be time to start some event of mass proportions involving a cartoon family, a film star, and a handful of highschool buddies including a girl I used to hate who's ear I'd been nibbling on up until that point. Weird. Weird mainly because upon waking up I was worried about the girl, and somewhat jadedly depressed all over again. Some of my dream also involved an generic sort of monster collecting small children, but that's really rather typical of my dreams.

This entry? Well, sorry folks it isn't at all making any sort of sense. . .although you're welcome to your creative interpretations. I'm losing something, day by day, which is being replaced by a sort of pathetic longing for what is lost, even though I'm not sure what that is. Pass over the prozac.