2004-06-10..3:39 p.m.

I had a dream last night that Robert Smith of the Cure and I got into a deeply involved discussion about shoes. A pair of my shoes to be exact. My pale green ones with the pointy toe and slight, but noticeable heel. We were under my desk hiding behind the foliage (my desk is at reception and thus surrounded by plant life to make it look cheery and welcoming), muttering in undertones, quite worried that someone might see us. We kept looking over our shoulders to see that no one was around before hastening back to the shoe. He kept wanting to hold it up, but we couldn�t touch it so had to get right down to look at it properly. I�m not sure what was so urgent, but he looked incredibly pained. He kept running his hand over his face so his eyeliner was all shiny and smudged, and he had a spot developing on his left temple.

Entirely peculiar subconscious goings on. I don�t even really like the Cure.

****meep