If you recognize that as the first lyric of one of our songs.. then you're probably laughing, or at least smirking a bit.

But really, I did. Unfortunately it was just in a dream.

I've been meaning to post about dreams, not a specific dream, just dreams in general. The only problem is that when I started writing it, it turned into a mess. My thoughts were coming out less coherent than normal, and I just came up with so much stuff that I couldn't seem to cram the thoughts into words. This one will take some work, it might even end up being a few posts/rants to get it all out. Maybe next Monday.

Here's the thing though - very rarely do I remember my dreams. Almost never can I recall specific conversations. And even more rare are the ones that seem so realistic that I have to verify that it was actually a dream and didn't really happen. But last night, in my dream, I met someone that I feel is going to have a profound effect on my life. I can't even describe the bizarreness of that feeling, or how wrong it seems when I think about it, but I really want to just curl back up in bed and continue the chat that I was having last night.

Organize a local, weekly or bi-weekly, cook-off.

• All contestants must supply their own ingredients
• Dishes will be judged by yourself, past winners, and maybe some hungry friends
• The winner's recipe will be published on the web along with a short cheesy bio
• The winner chooses the next competition's theme
• At the end of the year, all the recipes will be compiled into a cookbook along with photos and stuff from the competition

Free food and profits from a recipe book that other people wrote for you. Plus the whole community building thing which is always good - as long as some good comes out of it, it's not an evil plan.

Assign point values to random and trivial things that you do throughout the day. Try to get others to compete, knowing that they'll probably turn you down - this is ok. They're still in the game even if they refuse, they just lose at the end of the day because they have no points. If this is the case, make sure to inform them at the end of the day that they've lost.

I have 380 points so far.

Waking up: 50

Getting dressed: 10

Remembering that I don't work today before getting ready: 20

Standing in my garage and waving goodbye when it's 17 degrees outside: 300

Have you ever stopped to think about how, at this exact moment, you are closer to the end of everything than you ever have been?

This may seem rather trivial, almost not worth mentioning, definitely not worth an entire post: I cut my hair. I woke up with an urge, no, a "calling" of sorts to finally chop the stuff off. Normally I would second guess something like that, put some thought into it, but as soon as it entered my mind I knew that it was right and that it was just something that I was going to do. So it was done.

Why is this significant? I think part of the reason that I grew my hair out to begin with was because of the overwhelming part of my personality that makes me feel like, at times, I should just hide. The hair was a mask, a veil, something that I could put between me and the world. Not so much physically, it bugged the living fuck out of me to constantly push it out of my face - but psychologically it was a barrier that I could use to escape.

I was not recognized today when I went into the coffee shop.

There are people in my life, people I've befriended, people that I work with, and people that I'm just casual acquaintances of that have never seen me with hair shorter than shoulder length. Tomorrow, at work, I know that it will become a topic of conversation.
"Hey, did you get your hair cut?" - yes, do you really need to ask?
"You got your hair cut." - ugh. thanks, I hadn't noticed.
"Nice haircut." - thank you

I'm tempted to just wear my hat all day, and put all of that off until the next time I decide to go into work - which happens to be Wednesday afternoon.. I love using up my vacation time. BUT.. to do that would be to fall into the same traits that I've begun to shed, the reasons why I decided to shed the hair.

You should have seen the pile - It looked like someone swept up a small dog.