A Veritable Cornucopia of Useless Information

For some reason, my sleep last night was filled with exceptionally vivid dreams. In addition, what I believe is a personal first for me, my dreams collectively appeared to be a series of tasks that I should perform in order to better my life. Apparently, I need to:

1. Rent a hotel room and have a sexy hot tub party;
2. Go on a skateboarding/snowboarding vacation in Colorado;
3. Apply for a job at Apple.

Of course, the dream left out those minor details like “females I invited to the party who also exist in reality”, “how I learned to skate/snowboard” and “which position I applied for”. I really wish I could blame some of this on what I had watched before I went to bed, but my dreams were much less bizarre than anything that happened in El Topo.