[insert absurd subtext here]

in my economics class, there is a guy named Shaun. He and I were in webmastering as sophomores and he's a nice guy, friendly to me and all that. When he came in today I was looking at him, thinking I'd seen him a few days ago, and then I remembered.

The make-out dream I had that I briefly mentioned a few days ago? I dreamt I was making out with this familair guy I knew from school, except that I remembered vividly that this guy shaved, but in the dream, he had this absolutely great stubble. And I was stroking his face and kissing him like crazy. And I got a look at Shaun, and realized that I had been kissing him in my dream.

WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH MY SUBCONCIOUS.

I don't even get it.