I hate when I have bad dreams about me and my boy, especially when he's far away. I know it's never a life possibility with what happens in these dreams, but it still can be upsetting. I never have bad dreams about anyone else in my life. Maybe it's some subconscious defense mechanism? I also dreamt I was sexually harassed by this one creepy guy that stood in my starbucks line a few days ago back home... damn those insomnia cookies. Well, the day moves on so I need to get over this shlump and be happy.