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[madbaker]

I'm sleepy today; when the alarm went off, I was deep in REM sleep (as I have been most of this week, which may be why I've dragged so much). The dream was a mishmash of mild work anxieties: I was at a formal company function, in a museum garden or similar. At least I wasn't naked - I was properly dressed in a suit. But I was offhandedly trashing our corporate strategy and ads to milf_bowling milfbowling. To which, she coldly replied that she had been in charge of the advertising in question. I tried to extricate my foot from my mouth but to no avail.

(As far as I know, milfbowling does not do freelance advertising consulting. Certainly not for my company. Weird.)

Comments

Proof of dreams

[fionnbharro.livejournal.com]

LiveJournal insists that milf_bowling isn't even a real person.

So, yes, it *must* have been a dream.

Re: Proof of dreams

[ldyanna.livejournal.com]

Ah, but milfbowling is.

Re: Proof of dreams

[madbaker.livejournal.com]

Ptthppt. Fixed.