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This morning, I had two really crazy dreams that I can remember. The first of which, I was text messaging one of my new twitter “friends.” I haven’t and, at the moment, don’t intend to speak to her like that. At least, it isn’t something I would pursue.

The second, was really crazy. I was walking up / down a city block. I am not sure where I was. It was, I guess, a recipe of my subconscious. I was with Rik. As we were walking, a man passes with a baby in a carrier. A few seconds pass, we look back and he is kneeling in a semi-circle of fire. Rik and I rush over to save the baby. This guy is fighting fiercely. After this, I don’t remember seeing the baby, he is still wearing the carrier. We are struggling to restrain the man… This is where it gets really crazy, the man pulls a thread from my shirt and ignites it… While we are holding him, dragging him as far from where we last saw the baby, trying to find the police… He is attempting to touch our clothes with his, so that they may combust. We finally make it around the corner and a few doors down, we see some cops picking up some food. There is a cashier, standing alone in the large empty space that makes up the front of the store, the area where the officers are paying for their meal is really small. We were trying to avoid going into the store. The cashier refuses to get the cops and they don’t seem to see us struggling with this man, but she opens the first door to let us in…

And this is where I wake up.