Welp

In my dream, I was having lunch with Barack Obama and Herman Cain. During the meal, they told me that they were siblings -- brothers, in other words. My conclusion here is that my subconscious is racist. Damn.

Good, clean fun.

Last night, I dreamt that I was on a blind date. During the date, the dude and I weren't allowed to look at each other for some reason (my subconscious taking "blind date" too literally, perhaps), and the dating locale was... a shower. Two tubs, separated by a curtain, with each of us bathing on either side. The entire "date" consisted of the occasional awkward remark about soap or the water temperature. Then I woke up.

18/10/2011 dream

I dreamt that my brother was programming a text-based adventure game. It was incomplete, but for some reason he asked my mom to test it out for him (which is odd, given that my mom knows dick about computers, much less computer games). So, she played the game until she hit a point where she only got error codes due to said incompleteness. In spite of my brother telling her that there wasn't any more game to play, she started yelling and screaming, insisting that she wanted to beat the game before she'd leave the computer.

I can't remember where the dream went from there.

Gonna use this as a dream log for now.

Last night I dreamt that I was strapped into a really tall swing-set, swinging back and forth over a pack of angry dogs.