Continued string of odd dreams

Last night, I dreamt I was in a meeting with approximately 20 people. RHils, a former no-good slacker, Edelclan work bud, turned legitimate analyst relations professional, lead the meeting.

Out of the blue, he pointed at me, and asked if I had a productive day, insinuating that I slacked off in the morning. I arose from a very comfortable Herman Miller office chair, and said, "How dare you question my output. At least I didn't camp out in the office library at night, watch porn on the company computer, make thousands of dollars worth of international long distance calls, and have employees complain to HR that you were creeping them out." (all true by the way)

He gulped, sat down, and cried.

Others in the meeting got out of their seat, patted RHils' head, then exited the conference room and said, "That was the best meeting..." What was odd is the room was decorated and arranged similar to a kindergarten classroom.

I left the room without saying another word.

I left the building, and found a random dude on a scooter. I told him that I need to get out of here, quickly. He said he needed "to jet" because the pigs were after him. I did not know the guy, but I held him tightly for fear that I would fall off his scooter as he ran red lights and leaned excessively while taking turns.

In my dream, I awoke, and my teeth felt like they were loose. Then my alarm clock buzzed. I woke up, grabbed my teeth, and felt them, firmly rooted in my gums. *cheesy smile*

Can you explain this dream?

Why did the E-Double cross the road?

Last night, I dreamt that I had dinner with C-Love and my second bf (who, going forward, I will call "#2"). It was a summer early-evening, and we sat at a restaurant's outside seating area, across the street from the restaurant. I thought it was odd to offer seating across the street. At any rate, I asked C-Love and #2 if they wanted a drink. They said yes, so instead of waiting for our waiter, I departed for the restaurant, across the street, Frogger-style. (I know some of you are feeling all nostalgic right now.)

Pastry partnership

Last Friday, I had a very bizarre dream. AMarc and I were at a tradeshow/conference with others from the marketing team, and he insisted that he wear a bright orange, wool v-neck sweater for the entire five days of the conference. What was more bizarre is he said Duncan' Donuts plans to acquire Hostess, and he would be the new marketing chief. Odd.

Last night, I dreamt I was at a conference with an intoxicated SPriz, and I drove us to the hotel where we were staying at so he could go to the bar. Once at the bar, others from the mothership were participating in a science demonstration, in which the light would be harnessed to create energy for the company. Throughout the demonstration, SPriz laughed at the participants, and asked the bartender to serve him more drinks. Very random.

It's all good in the hood

Heard today: "The time you need to worry about me is if you hear me say, 'Yo, buy my router, bitch!'"

Training Ride #2

For my second training ride, last weekend, Meta04, Bro-ooo-ooo and I rode from Tiburon to Corte Madera and back. We started early, with Bro-ooo-ooo coming to Meta04 place at 7:30 a.m. on Saturday. We packed Meta04's car, drove to Tiburon, rode, rode and rode. We did not encounter too many cars, making Tiburon Loop a great trail to ride. Meta04 ate it (read: fell off his bike) twice. I ate it once, trying to make a U-turn, and not being able to clip-out of my pedals.

Speaking of pedals, Bro-ooo-ooo, gave me a Speedplay Zero Pedal System for Christmas. The Speedplay Zero come with the pedals and cleats that mount to cycling shoes. Now, I just need to install, and give them a ride. But that will need to wait until after my Chicago trip next week.

As background, Bro-ooo-ooo and I attended the same high school, an all-boys Catholic (Jesuit, really) high school. I must say it kept me out of trouble. At any rate, Bro-ooo-ooo is the first person I came out to. Goodness, that was a scary time.

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Distance: 20 miles
Locations: Tiburon, Corte Madera