I had a very bizarre dream last night.  Having bizarre dreams is nothing new for me, but this one stuck with me.
 
When I was younger I attempted to keep a dream journal.  As soon as I woke up, I would open the journal to a fresh page and jot down as many details as I could.  I gave this up rather quickly, mainly because I generally remember my dreams vividly and it took too damned long to write them out.
 
I wish I had written last night's dream down while I remembered full details.  All I remember of it now is that I was ill, and staying at the women's centre where I had recently applied for a job in my waking life.  It was in an attic, and there were three rooms.  Two were offices, one was a bedroom.  I vaguely remember there being a man I had a crush on who told me it was his bedroom, but I could use it while I was staying.  I wrote "I love you!  Be GOOD!" on the wall above his light switch in black marker.  The women who worked there hated me.  Then, one morning, I'm packing my backpack when one of them comes in.  I tell them I'm leaving, which she's happy about.  Then, in one of the other rooms, the girl they hired instead of me [who was not wearing pants for whatever reason] started screeching.  She had discovered my message.  Then the other woman flipped out, and started yelling at me.  I started screaming it was my medication, and I didn't mean to do it, but they didn't believe me.  So they stole my afghan and nailed it to the wall.  I ran out before they could catch me, praying that they wouldn't find the love letter I wrote on the ceiling to the same man.    
 
What the eff?  There was more to that dream, but I can't remember the details now.