"I have a dream!"

OK, so I'm no Dr. King and, actually, I had a dream. A Kenny dream. But not that kind of a dream, a dream dream. Those who read about my last Kenny dream know that the topic (life passing you by) had little to do with sex. Again, Kenny symbolized what I want from life(ish). . .

So, I'm with K and I'm helping him do all of these things: making phone calls, secretarial work, scheduling -- that kind of thing. I'm on the phone. I'm working. I'm totally into all the work. He's there working with me and all, but I'm not focused on him, but on the work. I seem to recall that I worked for about two hours, or perhaps two days -- definitely "2" of something. Later on in the dream, my mother says, "I don't know why you waste your time with that guy." I simply explained to her that I spent my time doing things I want to do, things that bring me happiness. Then, I woke up.

The 'rents and I aren't exactly seeing eye-to-eye lately, which explains the dream. In the dream I spent my time (and money?) in a way I enjoyed. It didn't look enjoyable to her (hence the work) and seemed a waste of time (unproductive). But, everything need not be a means to an end. Enjoying the moment holds the most importance for me.