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I so rarely remember dreams that it's kinda noteworthy when I actually do. Last night's was, for the most part, a "bad" dream - featuring the classic nightmare elements of confusion, betrayal, etc. Worse yet, it was one of the ones where I'm back in the Navy. Those give me the shivers, yo.
But the only bit I remember really clearly is one in which I shout "you useless fucking PONCE!" into a terrified Hugh Grant's face so hard that his gay-ass girly-bangs blow back with the force of my bellowing.
So I guess it was a "good dream" on the balance. =)