I dream in color

One of them is black and the other is white. Actually I do dream in color but I do dream weird. No don't worry this isn't one of those TMI posts I'm so fond of. I'll just get right to it without the usual tangents. I dreamt about my notebook. I wish notebook were code for something like an interesting part of anatomy on someone else. It's not. My notebook consists of pages and some ink. I bet you have a notebook. I bet you don't dream about it.

Seriously I dreamt about writing in my notebook. Not secret stuff. Not Indiana Jones stuff. Just work stuff. Also I couldn't get enough light.

What does it mean? Do dreams really mean anything? Does the fact that I have trouble because there isn't enough light really mean that I can't see far enough into my future both professionally and personally to write it down? Is it a source of ambiguity that anyone could interpret in a variety of ways? Is my subconscious trying to tell me anything?

Nope. I just really like my notebook. Also I pimped it out with these. Fuck you Moleskine. OK not really. I love them, too. I have several and want more. Of course then I'd have to travel.

Oh fuck it, dude. Let's go bowling.