It's so weird how sometimes your life is reflected in your dreams. For example, a few days ago within 12 hours I received three really strange phone calls: one from an ex-boyfriend being surprisingly and even disturbingly nice right before I went to bed; another in the middle of the night from a guy who... well, I am having a hard time putting our relationship into words... one of those ongoing but absolutely not going anywhere kind of things; and then first thing in the morning (9am to be accurate, I don't think I've ever called one of my friends pre-noon for a non-emergent conversation...) from a guy "friend" who doesn't think that we should be "friends" anymore (I didn't protest). Anyway, that night in my dream all of my ex-boyfriends and ex-love interests, etc. were sitting lined up in the living room of my parents' house and I had to choose a husband from among them... I cried.
The next day I studied for my tax exam all day, committing excessive amounts of the Internal Revenue Code to memory. That night before I went to bed, like every night, I read some of a non-law related book. The book I am reading right now is about this affluent New England college in the 80's where all the kids do is a lot of drugs, drink excessively, and have lots of sex...I mean lots of sex, guys with guys, guys with girls, girls with girls... it's by the same guy who wrote American Psycho. In my dream that night, I was the personal accountant for the characters in the book, and I was trying to help them figure out their "sex deduction" on their income tax returns. Apparently, the deduction was a complicated formula taking into account how many people you've slept with as well as the pure number of times that you've had sex.
Maybe I am insane...
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I actually thought this was pretty amusing. Although, my deduction would most likely be easier to figure out as compared to 1980's New England druggie college kids.
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