Its bizarre how you can forget your dreams right away, but the smallest thing can bring back the memories of it.

This morning I sat at the computer to read news and saw this orange pen I got from UHAUL when I moved out to Cleveland. Immediately I thought of my dream last night. Matt, Sean, Jenna, and myself where all trying to get into a bar (the Old Pink). Unfortunately at the same time the bar was being raided by police for underage drinking. So we waited outside for them to ferry out all of the underage kids. I found a sudoku puzzle and went for a pen in my pocket. It was the orange UHAUL pen, however it had exploded all over my pocket and ink was all over my jeans. Eventually we got into the bar and had a drink. But the whole time my khakis were covered in ink.

Like I said....littlest thing.