last night I had the strangest dream..

i sailed away to china,

in a little row boat to find ya,

and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned..

in all seriousness though, i've been having the most bizarre dreams of late..several in one night. a mish-mash of random events involving an array of people i've been acquainted with throughout my life. I blame the new anti-depressants i've been taking, but do you ever wonder if dreams are some sort of representation? or if their meanings are supposed to translate into reality? i find dreams intriguing..like the sub-conscious trying to tell the conscious some hidden truth.