After complaining (at least internally) about my dearth of vivid dreams, my mind has decided to compensate me, with a recent bombardment.

Most, however, have been extremely disjointed and strange, with only bits floating to the surface to make sense.

One bit from last night that stuck with me was with my ex-roomate Steve (aka Spam aka Bruce Lampshade). It was pleasant, if strange (he needed to borrow some pajamas) but thinking about Steve always makes me feel guilty. He was my roomate at a time when things weren’t going particularly well in my life, and I was a rude bitch to him. I apologized to him several years ago, which made me feel slightly better, but still that is one portion of my life that causes me to cringe in retrospect.

Makes me wonder why he appeared in my psyche at this point…

And why he needed my pajamas.