Some dreams makes sense if you really think about them. Last nights was an eye opener.


All I can remember of it, is that I'm standing outside of an apartment complex begging and pleading to a women to let me upstairs. I end up across the street outside another building and I get the bright idea to swim underneath the building I was trying to get into from the pool inside this other building. And I do. And it's Kates' new apartment. I spend hours trying to get her things, make her food, make her drinks, doing everything and anything in her apartment. I'm cleaning, I'm setting up furniture. But I'm not spending time with Kate. And she ends up shaking her head at me. And then I wake up.