Dreaming of Bloggers

I dreamed that I was hanging out with Mel in New York. We ran into Philo on the street. Philo was all, "You're swirlspice!" and proceeded to describe the surroundings in the webcam picture.

There was also something about being trapped in a small space, kind of like a freight elevator if it were sitting on the sidewalk in the middle of a park. I freaked out and crawled over a whole bunch of people, only to have Mel and Philo stroll out a few minutes later, completely unhurried and unworried.

That was a few nights ago. Then last night I dreamed that Mel came over to my house, just like she was going to her office for work. And I was waiting on the guy across the street to show so he could drive back to Minnesota with me, and I waited a whole day (and hung out with Mel) and then the bastard said he wasn't gonna go.