Seriously, we've barely interacted, I don't really know what you look like Ok, so I was at the map store, checking out what came in. Bunch of new Thomas Guides (Rand McNally Street Guides for the West Coast and DC/Baltimore), including areas that would be a bit fictional (in the dream, they were real. How it rolls ). Clever bit on one of them was that when you opened the map book up, the area bounded by the grid letters and numbers (the map itself) was completely black... then the map would load in, useful for loading in qualatative datasets to overlay on the base street map. I browse through the selection for a bit, and finally settle on the one for the city I happen to be in, which uses the dataset feature. I take it to the front counter, still looking through it (and memorizing the street layout). The girl at the counter is hot, on the blonde side, great smile. I comment about the book, we chat for a bit. She flips it to a specific page, takes a highlighter pen and circles a street corner, and writes on the page, "Shakes" and a phone number, and proceeds to gift wrap the book. I comment that we've must have crossed paths online, and mention the site (wasn't WordForge; might have been something like OKCupid), and she mentions that yeah, I look familiar... and nails my screen name. Afterward, I'm heading to the car, which was parked in a residential area, thanks to parking being a bitch elsewhere. I'm glancing at the map, and realize that I parked right in fucking front of her house. Yeah, I'm going to the special hell. Seriously, what the fuck.
I had a creepy, creepy dream last night. My dad, myself and my son were on a trip together. My dad was about 40 or 50 years old or so. He was trying to arrange for us all to go to some whorehouse. I was creeped out and embarrassed, because in real life my dad never discusses sexual things with me, nor do I with my son. That stuff is just too personal.
