Strange Dreams and Going to Work

At Revolution right now, about to go work. I had a bizarre dream last night. I was going to a party, but first we had to pick up a bunch of people. One of Drew's friends, Whitney, was the main chauffeur, but we ended up taking the bus. The party was just a blur of what are now unintelligible images, but held weight in my dream.

During our journey we had left someone behind, one of Drew's co-workers who in the process of arriving to the party had lost his hair and grown a beard. He looked much like Charles Darwin. He was unhappy with us, to say the least, though he never mentioned the metamorphosis.

We continued on our journey and ended up in what seemed to be a nondescript sports arena. That is, until it turned into a giant chocolate covered waffle cone. At this absurdity I had to leave, and when I got home I was attacked by a cat. The rest of the dream is either too strange or personal for me to relay, but was nonetheless fantastic.

I hope that one day I will be able to decipher the terrible meaning of the giant waffle cone.

Now I am off to work. Joy of Joys.