So last night I had a very vivid dream which I wanted to share with you all…

I was in the Army, apparently. I was dressed in military fatigues, wearing a helmet. I don’t remember being armed, but one would assume that I was. I was riding in an 18-passenger van with a bunch of other Army troops. We were driving somewhere dry, desertlike, but familiar. Not in Iraq or in a foreign country. I got the impression it was somewhere in the Southwest, maybe New Mexico or Arizona. We were hungry and we were looking for a place to eat. I was sitting near the back of the van, and I had a map that had the locations of Taco Bells in the area. I saw one on the map, and I tried to help the driver navigate to one. Then it got really weird. According to the map, the road to Taco Bell went straight up a sheer rock face. We got to the spot on the road where Taco Bell was supposed to be, but nothing was there. We stopped the van, and I got out and scrutinized the map. The rock face was tall, but not so tall that it couldn’t be climbed. I scrambled up the side, and peeked over the edge. There, as luck would have it, was a plaza with a Taco Bell, KFC, and Pizza Hut. I went in to the Taco Bell, but I didn’t have any cash on me. I made one of the other guys pay for me, but then I realized that there was an ATM inside the building and I could have gone there to get cash. Anyway, I ended up eating my food (I don’t recall what it was), and that’s about when the dream ended.

What the heck is that supposed to mean??

I have two bits of randomness for today. Here goes:

1. This link is for Melanie. I know she’ll find it funny. Everyone else can look at it too, but you’ll have to figure out why it is so special to Melanie and I. Guesses can be submitted via the comments button 🙂

2. At the bank here we have a customer who I’ll call, Mr. W. Mr. W comes through the drive up every day. Often he appears to have imbibed a bit too much at breakfast :). Two days in a row now as I say, “thank you, have a great day, Mr W” he has replied back to me, “Yes, Yes. And remember to keep breathing. It’s very Important…Very Important.” And then he flashes me the peace sign as he drives off in his station wagon. Very amusing.

I did one of my favorite things just now. I wrote a letter. Not an email or a comment on a blog, but a real, old fashioned, handwritten letter. It was on fun paper and I added in some kiddy stickers from the bank. Quite a nice letter, if I do say so myself.

I must say, however, that I was truely disappointed with my penmanship. There were no gold stars attached to that letter. Now, I’m not saying that I ever had beautiful handwriting, but it was decent at least. Today it seemed to be quite below par.

Looking for an easy scape goat for my sloppy writing I will lay the blame on email. I simply just don’t do that much actual writing anymore. I type all my assignments for school, email most of my ‘pen pals’, type up grocery lists while I’m at work… just not too much formal writing.

This saddens me. I’m going to challenge myself. I’ve decided that I will be more focused on my penmanship. I will write more slowly and will be more careful in forming my letters. That should help.