In this dream I had an old friend in town visiting me. We were standing around my kitchen chatting as I cooked us some food. In the course of our conversation my friend decided she wanted to sit down, but instead of hopping up on the counter she starting pushing the frying pan I was using out of the way, and made her way up onto the stove. Perplexed by her actions I tried to tell her that the stove element was hot since I was in the middle of using it, but she was carrying on with what she was saying and not listening to me. Finally she settled her ass down RIGHT on the element and began to notice it was hot. Looking confused she tilted her butt to one side, as if to look under her ass to see what was troubling her. I finally said to her "Look, it's HOT! The element is ON, that's what I've been trying to tell you!!" Stunned at this revelation she quickly hopped off and turned around to look at her butt. Sure enough she had ring marks burned right into her pants.

There were other bits and pieces of dreams....one in which I was stuck in Colorado in snow storm (I've never actually been there). My friend and I stayed in some college dorms to wait out the storm, and ate *giant* cinnamon/hot cross buns. The only other things I remember from that dream were strange hills that were so tall and straight they were more like walls... making it impossible to get out of Colorado. And that the snow plows hadn't cleared the snow in the middle of the intersections for some reason, so cars were getting stuck.

And in another dream I was in some kinda of class, and I got kicked out. I was arguing with the teacher because he wouldn't tell me why he kicked me out and I was really getting upset. I was yelling: "How can I correct the problem if I don't even know what I was doing wrong!?!". I still have no idea why I got kicked out. Maybe because I was argumentative? *wink*

 
So I had this dream I worked at Wal-Mart. At one point I was checking the price of some Lindt chocolates, and was distressed to see that the price on the sign said they were 99 cents, but when I scanned the barcode on them the price on the cash register said they were $1.49. I decided to find my manager to ask her which was the correct price. I caught up with her as she was walking by, so I walked with her as I asked the question. It was at this point that I realized that my manager was Irshad Manji (most people don't know who she is; she's a "famous" Canadian Muslim who has been speaking out against Islam's current state and is trying to get some reform within her community). Anyway, she told me the right price and I went and fixed it in the computer.
A short while later I was speaking to a customer on the phone, and the person was asking me if we sold any Colt .45 guns. I laughed and said no, not at Wal-mart, or at least, not a Canadian Wal-Mart. I suggested that the customer try an American Wal-Mart. There's no way you could buy a gun up here in Canada where the gun laws are much more restricted.

And that's about all I remember.