"I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough."-- M.C. Escher

I have the wackiest dreams. They're like a long soap opera that run in my subconscious. They're more entertaining than my real life.

So last night's dream included work elements...go figure. I dreamt that I walked into the building (i.e. church) and it must have been Christmas-time because there were candy canes and sleighs and reds and greens all throughout Fellowship Hall. The pastor met me halfway to my office and said I really needed to do something with my hair. He then proceeded to pick at me like a monkey and point out all of my hair flaws. I remember thinking, "This is so inappropriate", which is my new catch-phrase. I left him and made my way to my office, which was full of children. I apparently shared office-space with the Nursery. If you know me, you know this is bad. Really bad. There was also a bed. Don't ask me why. Maybe I think I need to nap at the office. And on this bed were 3 or 4 children bouncing all around, with no parental supervision. I was infuriated. I berated the adults who were standing around out in the hall that children were not to be left unsupervised and certainly not in my office. Then, everybody who was in the building came into my office to give me their opinions. And they were all sucking on candy-canes or electronic cigarettes.

I woke up thinking about CLR. You know that cleanser that you soak your faucets in to get all the hard-water build-up off.

Don't ask how I got from kids, Christmas and candy canes to CLR. I can't even explain it. But now I want to clean all of my faucets.