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Okay, I must say that I had the weirdest ass dream that I've had in a while this afternoon before I went to work. And it involved SG. I must spill it to you. I hope you don't mind.

Evidently there was this SG regional meeting... for Arkansas, I guess (haha, yeah right). At this meeting there was this fictional memeber whose screen name was RandalSADallas (I even checked to see if there were such a person, and I had subconsciously read it somewhere,b ut no), who took us to these plains by these mountains, and there was a forest around us, and a river with running water (as opposed to the rivers without running water, I fear). RandalSADallas, by the way, had a goatee and a camo jacket, complimented by a camo hat. While we were goofing off, these Mexicans came in old worn out trucks wearing lots of red, plaid long-sleeve shirts and corduroy pants. Facial hair to the max. They had SG playing cards and tried to sell them to us. I think we bit. Then they showed us these SG cards (like the aforementioned playing cards, but different) that had poems written on the back. We started talking about something (me and another SG member), and a Mexican then told us to "stop talking amongst yourselves," and he began lecturing us on the appreciation of the poems they had. Then I woke up. God, that was weird.

I've been dreaming a lot lately. The other day I dreamt about shredded parmesean cheese in my boss's cellphone and trying to figure out a way to get it out (even though I don't remember putting it in). Also somewhere in that dream was me taking this dude in this supposedly dangerous forest to sell him life insurance. I guess it was like a ritual. I was on a bicycle, he wasn't. I think I just walked with it though, and didn't ride it. Then I started talking about the insurance and how important it is for his family's financial security. I think I broke down at the end and started complaining about the low commission rate I get by making sales.

I'm kinda digging this.