What Were Those?

(This post brought to you by roasted hot pepper seasons pulled pork consumed at 11 pm after watching The Walking Dead.)

Dream #1:

It was a pyscho-sexual thrill ride involving a number of different scenarios. The less I speak of it, the better it is for everyone. Including me. Think Nine & 1/2 Weeks but...not as tame.

Dream #2:

HJ77 and I were preparing to run a 5k in Boston but we were in Albany, and planning on running it, coming back, and then heading back out there for another event and it was stressing me out. Not that HJ77 was stressing me out, mind you, but the whole idea of traveling back and forth like that was. Then there was this subplot where I could not find my shoes and when I went looking for them in the house that I grew up in, I discovered that all my things (including one of the running shoes) had been given to my former brother-in-law. I also had three pairs of bucks in the closet that had not been gifted to my FBiL.

Eventually, we get in the car to go to the race, but a) I am driving (this is always a badness) and b) I am completely lost. Comedy (or tragedy) ensued.

There was more to it but nothing that I can directly relate to anything else. It was quite disjointed.