On dreams & fasting

So, last night I had a dream that I was kidnapped by gangsters because I witnessed them killing a police officer. Not urban gangstas, but, like, educated, white, fairly endearing, misunderstood young men who just had some sort of justifiable problem with the Authority. What that justification was I don't know, but that was just the feeling. Anyways, I was all on good behavior trying to make sure they didn't hurt me and also trying to plot my escape. Also, I was gratuitously trying to make them like me (not like like, but just appreciate) because I'm a people pleaser. Anyways... I did escape in a not exciting manner and was worried that they'd come after me when I woke up relieved and in wonderment that dreams can just be so weird sometimes. There were weirder details, too, including but not limited to me doing ballet, and my friend from high school whom I haven't seen or spoken with in years, and a boy I met at RUF summer conference 2002 whom I have likewise not spoken with or seen since.

Anyways... dreams are always weird, I guess. At least it wasn't too scary.

Today as I rode my bike home from work all I could think about was that I was SO hungry and Sam and I had (I thought) agreed to start a fast after lunch today and then break it tomorrow night at dinner. I was wondering how I was going to make it. When I got home I felt all relieved/guilty when I found out that he had not the same understanding as I had and was instead almost finished fixing some delicious dinner. I'm looking forward to the spiritual discipline of the fast, though. The Lord knows that I need some discipline if I am a total baby about missing one meal.

Right, I'm going to have some more of that delicious Rossi Sangria that Collin & Meghan brought to us last night and try to sort out my finances. I can pretty much guarantee that they're not so much up to Fat Man Standard as not up to Fat Man Standard.