I'm sure there are meds for this

Long story short, I already wrote this entry last night, but just as I was about to post it George asked to borrow my computer for a minute, and then logged off of the internet- offering up my specifically tailored for the Internet humor to the black hole that is the world wide web. So excuse me if this is short and lackig details and attempts at making you chuckle- I'm just not motivated because I've done this once before.

Last night in my psych class Professor Sierra said that everything we encounter in our dreams plays a part in our reality- it is all somehow meaningful and tied together. In that case, please help me in disecting the dream I had on Saturday night (after the Black and White Party, the Cantina, going to the apartments to watch Kate successfully draw a Frech mustache and soul patch on a sleeping Boges, and ending up in my bed around 5 AM with Kate and Em snuggling with me). The following events ensued in my brain and I want you to tell me what they mean, please.

So, about 15 Copneconic staff including myself were on a cattle drive (I can only remember Matt, Karen, Emily, Kate, Kit B. and Kit H., Hobbit, James R., Mariah, Kristen, Carl, and Boges) in Montana. We were driving about 300 head, and there was another cattle drive about a mile ahead of us. I would also like to mention that I am pretty sure Matt was riding Nancy (which is significant, for those of you who don't know). Anywho, we were riding along with our bovine friends when a cow from the herd ahead of us strayed and joined our herd. Only, he wasn't really interested in our herd- just Boges. This cow was average sized, very cute, very black, and very clean. And also inseparable from Boges. He ran alongside Boges' horse for miles and miles, his side rubbing the horse's side, and he constantly looked up to gaze into Boges' eyes. Then suddenly we all knew that his name was Brian the Cow, and there were 15 people shouting out, at random, "Brian the Cow!" "Brian the Cow!" It was pretty strange, but we didn't worry about getting Brian the Cow back to his herd because we knew that both cattle drives were staying at the same place that night; a nice little ranch with pastures big enough to hold the cattle, and cabins to sleep in, and a big barn for a party.

Fast forward to evening:

There was a big, old barn at the ranch where we were staying and we all got ready to go have a party- only, once you walked into the barn it looked like The Underground club in Chicago. I don't remember much about this other than James wearing a baby blue Puma zip-up, and Kit wearing grey Puma shoes. I was looking at Kit and James from across the club/barn when Kate walked up to me and said, in the most disgusted tone, "Kit sells his shoes at the consignment shop, and he's not even a real playa."

Then Kate's alarm went off and I woke up.

What does this mean?!?!?

Peace, love, and ponies.

"They say dreams are the windows of the soul--take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts."
-Henry Bromel