dream a little dream...

Funny enough, I blogged about not being able to sleep and half an hour later, I think I was out cold. Maybe all I needed to do was some bitching.

My sleep even involved a dream that I remember. And guess who was kind of in it? (if you were a frequent diaryland reader, or even an unfrequent one, you'll probably be able to guess)

Dave. Yes. He from my year at COD. "I watched him walk away and never saw him again" Dave.

And it was totally random, because he wasn't even the focus in the dream. He did not appear in bodily form. Plus, I haven't actually really thought about him in a few months.

The dream: It was my first day back at Hallmark. Random people were loitering around, including this one guy. He's waiting for someone or another to show up, so he sits down, makes himself comfortable. Karyn (the store manager) is there and doesn't seem to mind. I'm having a hard time with the registers (a harder time than I really will have tomorrow) and customers are getting impatient. Rachel is working too (I think it was Rachel... it was the only other worker there that I knew, anyways), and she disappears for a little while. Then she comes back up to the register, saying that she was talking to that guy. And he had gotten married recently or something (he looked about 20-21). And he has this friend named Dave. His last name was mentioned, but I don't remember it... just that it began with a B. Somehow, Rachel knew that this was THE Dave, and I guess she told the guy my situation or something, because he gave her Dave's number to give to me.

I wasn't exactly excited about this in my dream. I was very very baffled. And it was about then that I woke up and thought "what the hell?"

That's what I'm still thinking, actually, but to a much lesser extent, because I know it doesn't mean anything. Just my unconscious' way of being creative. It's just very interesting to analyze what my mood is before I go to sleep and have Dave dreams.

At the same time, I also want to jump up and down and scream that it's not fair, because I'm over him and have moved on. Maybe it was my unconscious' way of warning me that if I don't do something about my current crush, it's going to end up like the whole thing with Dave. Because that would really suck.

To say the very least.

Well, I'm going home soon, so I suppose I should finish packing. I'm sure I'll update from home with lots of fun Hallmark/AMK/customer stories.