I've been having some fascinatingly wack dreams lately. One from the other night involved canoeing down a freeway against the traffic (the cars were driving at freeway speeds wit water up to their windshields). It was pretty crazy yet cool.

Last night involved my accidentally joining a cult. I wasn't trying to join, just to get information on it. However, it was like when you press the wrong number in a telephone menu, or accidentally hit the wrong button on your computer. "No! I meant 3, no 4!"

The people in the cult thought they I really wanted to be one of them, and that I meant to join them. Their contract involved sending assassins after me if I left them. Naturally, the main part of the dream involved my trying to get away from them. Part of it involved doing laundry. (Go figure.)

It was the sort of dream where I woke up with a bit of a start (five minutes before my alarm, dammit) and was very relieved to find that it was just a dream.