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A glass of wine, a fine french meal, and a very small piece of warm chocolate cake topped with almond
sherbert are all I need to give me the most bizarre dreams. It's 4 am Feb, 15th and my mind is spinning through the lucid cobwebs of nightmares
and disturbing conclusions.

Here they are, enumerated in the order they fell into after consciousness.

1. At 31, dreams of monsters don't phase you; dreams that you are in Borders looking at a Dummies "pregnancy and infant survival guide" authored by one of your less than favorite ex-gfs will wake you in cold sweat.

2. I've known how to work for a while, but I don't know how to make money yet.

3. My twenties were the most self-indulgent part of my life. If I expect to retain _anything_ of value thereafter, a lot of the self-indulgence needs to be dropped. Is this the reason people become more rigid in their beliefs as they age? Their fear of loss kills their self-indulgence.

4. Self deprecation only gives others an excuse to join in.

5. Just before bed, don't read about "energy economics" (reconciling the cost of oil production and delivery in units of energy relative to the amount delivered, as opposed to human-defined dollars) and the complete unsustainability of an economy built on foreign oil and production in light of a more organized and industrialized 3rd world. The dreams it makes for are much worse than scary monster dreams.

6. Are dreams about the city blowing up the house you just bought and then charging you double your closing points to do it common in people looking for a home in this market?

7. In the course of my life so far, whenever I've used the phrase "I need to " to describe an action, it should have almost always be followed by the phrase "in order to distract myself from 'thinking about'/doing the important stuff". The splits between being a good or foolish thing about 25/75. Anyone out there living with a better ratio?