This is my brain on sugar and cheap white wine.

I had a weird dream last night. I was still 26-years-old but in public school. My best friend (from 20 years ago) had to go to the hospital to see her dad because he was getting a lung transplant. She needed me to direct her there. As dreams sometimes go, the setting changed and all of a sudden we were in a classroom. But the classroom was in a shopping mall (with a cinnamon bun place next door that smelled so delicious).

Here's where it gets weird: Stephen Harper was the principal. And he was holding my class in detention. And he was going on about respecting people and I wasn't really paying attention but then he singled me out and asked me to basically repeat what he had just said. I mumbled something. Somehow my friend and I got out of there.

At the beginning of the dream I just had to get her to the Victoria General Hospital, but then it ended up that we had to take a single engine plane to like, South America. And we talked to a weird travel agent who had a sample station of hand creams. I tried a green one called "Love".

And then I woke up.

I would guess that there is a mish-mash of possible interpretations here. I don't know why my old best friend and her dad came to mind, except that she did live next door and I was at my parents' place yesterday, where I was baking (not cinnamon buns, mind you).

The Stephen Harper cameo is really weird. Apparently I am very unhappy with him and his policies on healthcare and I generally find him irrelevant, yet I feel like I should be able to regurgitate what he says when called upon, and perhaps I am embarrassed by the fact that I don't pay much attention to political leaders. In fact, I'd rather be shopping.

The travel agent? I watched Amazing Race last night with my family. The green lotion? I'm not sure, but love is a pretty constant thought in my head. Usually I think of it right before bed, which is when I put hand cream on. In my room with one green wall.

Yes, I am one of those people who does remember her dreams. I find they are most vivid when I've had sugar before bed. I was eating cookies almost all day yesterday. And I had wine with dinner.

I told Nigel about my dream today and he sent me this picture:

I anticipate nightmares tonight.