Last night I had a dream I was adopted. I remember sort of coming to out of the dream into a foggy but conscious state around 2 a.m., at which point I thought "Hey wait! That explains why my brother and sister are super tall, and I'm not! And why I have darker coloring while they are fair! And...! And...!" And then I faded back into my dream only slightly wondering why my parents had waited until I was 25 to tell me (this thought process concluded with, "well that would actually be rather typical of my mother..." The night before that I dreamed my dad had the big cancuh. A bad one. Dreams are weird.
"so... uh... I might... have... uh... like... a MEETING! Yah! That's it - a late night work meeting that I just found out about last minute for a night a month away... so... uh... I won't be able to... you know... uh... get my ass kicked - I MEAN meet-up with you _refugee_" ha! Well done lady. That is seriously just fantastic dedication and work. Keep it up. It's really encouraging.
Pretty sure I had a dream recently and you were in it. And klein. I think it's easier to put people I've never seen the faces of (or only seen a few times) into dreams because then I can project your personality on formless, people-like shapes. Can't remember it for the life of me, though. I should start writing them down.