I really hate waking up from good dreams. When I woke up this past....... afternoon, it was from a really good dream. It didn't start out as such. It was some sort of a not to cool nightmare of sorts. But I woke up, shook it off and went back to sleep. Anyway, it started up again as one of those convincingly realistic sort of dreams. It had a lot of ignorable details I suppose, but it involved to women, Lillian and Velouria (like the Pixies song I guess (beyond that don't ask me how I came up with those names)) who were for some reason very into me. Neither one knew about the other. At one point, as I was walking down the street with one of them I realized, slightly guilty and slightly impressed with myself, that I had two fairly attractive women that were more or less doing battle over me. I smiled an evil smile and then promptly woke up, destroyed. No amount of smashing my head into a wall would bring them back. The rest of my day didn't exactly make the whole waking up thing worth it.