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My dream last night was bizarro. I took a 2-part cooking class, hooked up with a gay male friend, and cleaned slushy snow off my (red) (car in the rain, which was parked a block away from my (pink) house, in Chicago. The dream ended with me trying to dry off in the car while looking up things to do in Chicago because "it was the last day of my trip."

I've never taken a cooking class.
I'd never hook up with any of my gay friends, for obvious, practical reasons.
I don't own a car.
I don't live in a house.
I've only been to Chicago once and that was 5+ years ago.

I will say, my childhood home, my next door neighbor's house was pink and they owned a red car. I DID wake up to rain this AM. My night DID consist of cooking and talking to a gay male friend on the phone. The news report did forecast snow, but not enough for a winter advisory. My coworker is moving to Chicago for a new job in August - trying to remember if we talked about that yesterday?

Anyway, still bizzarro. But dreams are supposed to be the brain's way of sorting out the day's events and such.