I’m so uncomfortable after those vivid detailed dreams that deal with people in my life. Hours after waking, those impressions are still there. These dreams make me miss people I shouldn’t miss, nostalgic for things that never truly were, and angry at people whom I have no real-life beef with. I’m fighting the urge to call this old DA friend of mine and see how he’s been since he transferred to Long Beach, call MOH Vicky’s younger sister Karen and yell at her for being a selfish conceited immature brat (and kind of a slut), and call Andrae and gush about how much I appreciate his friendship and loyalty. Over NOTHING! Gah.

I might make the last phone call, tho…Andrae would probably get a kick out of the dream while I still remember it.