Dreams

I've remembered a few dreams recently.

This weekend I had a dream that Fred and I were playing a show together somewhere. I wish I remembered the music, because I really liked it. During our last song, something got messed up, but instead of it being embarrassing or difficult, we just joked that that was how our audience knew we weren't a track show, started over, and then told the audience they could play with us if they wanted. The audience was delighted at this, and all of them happened to have band instruments with them. While this sounds really dorky, in my dream it was impossibly cool, and I woke up excited.

Last night I dreamed that the only key to my car disintigrated and I called my roadside assistance to see what they could do about getting it replaced. Oliver managed to use the key to his car to start it somehow, to move it. When the roadside assistance guy showed up, he was speaking some other language and was a soldier for some kind of revolutionary cause. (I wonder who they hire over at http://www.betterworldclub.com ? )

My little muscles are sore from practice on Sunday. That's what I get for not skating in several weeks. Sometimes it feels annoying that staying in shape should take so much maintenance.

I don't want to move. *pout*