I had a dream last night that I was at a conference or something but it wasn't a conference like anything I really do. It was actually some sort of testing area. I had been training people on how to work retail and my mentees were going to be tested. So we had to go to some gigantic mall and then they would take their test in one of the stores. For some odd reason 14 was there as well. I was looking forward to spending some... eh hem... time with 14 but I was busy coaching those taking tests. 14 wasn't there for the retail tests but had some other reason to be in that town. I had allowed an extra night after the testing so I could hang out with 14. So then we're talking in a lobby of the Indiana Memorial Union (who said dreams make sense?). We're sitting on a couch and he tells me that he's leaving that night. He didn't allow any extra time so we wouldn't be spending any time together.

I think I understand parts of the dream. And I blame David Sedaris for the retail part. Last night I read "Santaland Diaries." Listen to this NPR clip of him reading it so you can experience it. So I had retail on the brain, I guess. Not that I could ever train anyone on how to work retail. That's laughable. Not funny like David Sedaris, just laughable.

The other part. The part where 14 kind of rejects me or at least wasn't on the same wavelength is interesting. And I am pretty damn sure I have that part figured out. But now that I found that David Sedaris clip I think I want to go listen to him read "Santaland Diaries" instead of continuing to indulge myself here. So, Goodnight!