Dreams.

I haven't had a vivid dream in quite a while - I guess I have been so tired lately all I remember is sleeping! But last night I had a weird one.

I believe it started with me wanting to show Jeremy a neighborhood where I thought we could move. (We've been toying with the idea in real life, deciding if we could afford something NOT in the 'burbs but bigger than where we are now.) There is this area in Houston, sort of near Meyerland, I'm not sure what else to call it...outside the loop, but not too far from 59 and 610 and Bellaire/West U. Anyway, in the dream, I want to show Jeremy the area, that it's not too far. Somehow we end up in a highway in the country and pull over. We walk into the countryside and there are a bunch of people fishing in a creek, which apparently I am highly interested in. There's a girl there, about my age, wearing a cute t-shirt. I ask where it's from and she says she ate spinach frozen yogurt at this restaurant and if you do, you get the t-shirt. I definitely want it, so to the restaurant we go. I inhale this spinach fro-yo and actually it's not so bad. Somehow the spinach works as a dessert. But I forgot to get the t-shirt! Another day, we go back, I eat it again, and forget the t-shirt again! It bugs me beyond belief that I continue to eat this weird thing and do not have a t-shirt to show for it.

That's my dream. I woke up borderline irritated! What in the world?

I guess that's what I get for watching Iron Chef America before bed.

Actual picture of "spinach ice cream" from Google Images.