When filling my taxes with the same elderly woman I have for years, I found myself the object of an odd statement. I said to the woman: "Thanks for squeezing me in *******" and she responded with "No problem you're fast, in more ways than one!"
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Last night, I dreamt that there was a room full of people standing around trying figure out what to do with the heart like item that each of us held. There was another person walking around telling each person what to do with it. Some people had figurines, some had stuffed hearts, some had plastic heart shapes and this person seemed to know what to do with each of them. So he/she walked around sticking hearts on a sleeve with tape, putting a heart in a back pocket etc etc. My heart I had given to a person. My heart was on a wooden jewelry box that I painted pink with glitter and I glued on a little red heart shape. I gave this jewelry box bearing my heart to a person who hated it. In fact, this person showed it to two other people who also ridiculed it, calling it nothing. I woke after yelling at these three "horrible mean assholes." I also yelled how I took the time to craft this piece just for the person I gave it to in mind, I woke up crying. I hate it when I wake up crying.