It's kind of amazing to me how the mind works.  For me, at least, there can be something on my mind, even tucked way in the back somewhere and not all that important, that WHAM, shows up in a dream.  I am horrible at remembering dreams, by the way — I keep a pen/paper near my bed to jot down a sentence or two right when I wake up in order to try to remember, but even that only goes so far. This morning I awoke to a dream where, at one point, I put on some pants and a sweater, and the Lovely (and stylish) Miss Katie, when I asked her how it looked, helpfully told me that the pants were totally out of style and really not that flattering.  This, I'm guessing, stemmed from a conversation I had yesterday about how much I don't like shopping and the fact that I'd love to overhaul my wardrobe (there was much more to the dream than that, but this is the part of it that 1) I'm willing to share and 2) I'm using for illustration).

Interesting . . .

Strangely, the rest of my weekend didn't make the dream cut — Gourmet Latino Festival Friday night, early morning bike ride on Saturday, Bluegrass Brunch, relaxation and Mexican food in Wading River (thanks, Lindsey!), Tamara & Oli's wedding, and Selena's punch party.  All great times!