Man vänjer sig.

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Edited June 26 for b0rked HTML, which I only noticed just now.
Edited again November 4, 2008, to repair a broken picture.

A dream tonight, just before 7:00:
I find a new entry from ravna on my friends list. It's partly addressed to me.
It turns out one of her friends wants to contact me after we met at kjn's and thette's place, but had no idea of who I was or where to find me; apparently this strange lady thought I was really cool. From the description, ravna can only conclude that she means me.
I think hard. Ah yes, I have a vague memory of talking to someone and getting along rather well with her, but buggered if I can remember her face. The only way to find out is to click on her user info. She might be interesting; on the other hand, if she's attracted to me there could be reason to question her judgement. (More to the point: if she has the hots for me, she's probably batshit insane.)
I only have the time to catch a quick glimpse of her user page, enough to see that it's horribly scrambled and completely unreadable, before my alarm clock goes off.

I'm sure this dream signifies something, but I don't know what. Armchair Freudians can probably have a field day; feel free to analyse, but if you publish anything I would appreciate credit and possibly a share of any royalties. (Hm, I wonder what kind of license would be appropriate? Can I copyright my dreams?)