Lately, I have been having the most bizarre, vivid dreams.  Last night involved the HR department of work giving me a binder full of complaints that other people at work had filed against me.  No matter how hard I tried during the dream, I could only ever read the first one which was about booking conference rooms and then not using them.  The rest of the dream I was too busy at an outdoor concert with my extended family to read the rest.  Funny stuff.  I always wake up, tell Diene as many of the details as I can remember, and then want to go back to sleep.   Who needs real life when dream life is so utterly interesting?

Today, I am grateful for the power of my imagination in creating these awesome dreams.