MC was right outside my bedroom; I asked if we could set up a meeting. He had just met with 2 other people, and he said we could meet right now. I said I'd be happy to wait till next week to meet. We set up an appointment. Then there was this other guy I needed to meet with, and we were tryin' to set something up. He asked when my meeting with MC was, and fortunately, I had written down: Wednesday at 3pm.
I had blogged a dream that had some dark material in it, and someone called "Australia" wrote a comment that my dream was too dark. The person went on to ask why people in America are so dark? We shouldn't be so dark when we have such a good selection of beers out here. I had recalled a previous blog I had set up to blog dreams, and realized I'd only done one entry, when someone from a European country, can't remember which one, left a critical comment, and I stopped doing it. At first, I thought about deleting the Australian guy's comment (I might've done that with the previous European one), but then I decided to argue against it. I don't remember what I was gonna write. The dream I had blogged was of me in a room, sitting on a beanbag chair in a corner, and there was this guy sleeping next to me that I was gonna have sex with. A friend was in the room with me, sitting in another corner, waiting to have sex with a guy who was over next to her, sleeping.
At some point, I think I was back together with J, and things were going good.
I dreamed that there was some genius guy at my school and I wanted to take a class with him in it. We were both gonna take Anatomy.
There was gonna be a vampire wedding, and there was a pile of bones in people's imaginations that were supposed to be their future babies.
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