So when I pulled up to the house, there was a small self-propelled camper (white with a blue stripe) parked outside on the street, about the size of the one they’re using on Road Rules this season. There was a voicemail from Mom on my phone that told me the keys were under the front mat of the house, so opened the thing up and found that the whole thing was stuffed with swag. One of the more noteworthy bits was a brand-new, bright pink (kind of looked like a gameboy), Sony PDA with matching carrying case and 48 meg USB memory stick (I decided to give the whole ‘set’ to Jackie) and about a hundred little flashlights from a promotional giveaway for 8 Mile. (Don’t ask me how I knew this.)

I took the PDA back to work (a building I’ve never seen before) to show folks how cool it was that we’d won (or been given? I’m not sure) a new PDA (and, apparently, the camper). Everyone was concered about my co-worker, however, who was having serious stomach pains and was concerned that she might need surgery. No worries though: the doctor called (my desk) and let her know that the tests showed that she was just really hungry. When the doctor told her she just needed to eat something, the woman broke down and started crying.

Weird friggin’ dream.

I would try to ananlyze that for you but it doesn't make any damn sense.

:)