I dreamt of Ian, the last guy I dated, confiding on his online journal that he finds me OK but he finds my weight a turn off. I expressed my fury to Vflaire, the girl who matched us together. Her verbal attempts to appease me were whispers compared to my words of pissdom.
By the way, last week, I dreamt of Hans again. He finally initiated the talk. He stopped in front of my workstation and opened his mouth to say something. I was probably in REM since I could feel his face gets bigger. Know what happened next? I literally snapped out of it.