Last night I dreamt that a friend of mine exhibited behavior very much unlike his real self (real friend: healthy-living grownup; dream friend: crazed coke fiend.) I then dreamt that I woke up, went to work, and described the dream to a workmate.

Then I really woke up and went to work. The above-mentioned workmake bounded into my cubicle to tell me about the dream he had last night about me (apparently in dreams I wear headbands and do not follow along in dance aerobic classes.) I then told the workmate about my dream in which I told him about the dream.

Meta-tastic! (Metacized?) In other news: dreams are really uninteresting when you relate them to others, except when you’re in them. Huh.