Current location:	Boringville, population me.
Current mood:	bouncy
Current music:	AC

My subconscious cannot spell
I just had a long involved dream that I won't bore you with. It included several cool things that I kinda wish were real though-- like an interactive tabletop touch-sensitive map of the world that was as detailed as the GoogleWorld map. I played with that for a while, looking at waterfalls and dams of North America. I'm sure that says something about sex and me, but I'm not going to be arsed to figure that one out.

There was also an awesome tea shop and they had my favorite tea for sale but it wasn't sold loose or in bags-- it was sold in chunks that looked like tall versions of a honeycomb cereal piece, like little bales of alfalfa, and it would dissolve/steep in water with the leaves on the bottom and that was ok. Seems like it would be a cool way to have tea.

I was driving on the road too and it was summer and idiots had their dogs in their trucks and the dogs kept falling out! and it was Awful!

BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT I OPENED THIS TO TELL YOU ALL.

In my dream I was planning on going on vacation, and I had it marked on the calendar. Supposedly in dreams you cannot read, and you don't realize it until later, when you wake up, but I clearly remember my writing on the calendar in black sharpie, showing the dates I was going to be gone, and where, and in cursive I had clearly written QUEBEQUE.