Day 85 of Singledom

I have always wondered if dreams are something you should pay attention to, like warnings of what's to come or just your desires and wants of things trapped in your head brought out in a morbid fashion. Last night, and don't worry I am not one of those people who goes on and on analyzing every single part of my dream, I had a terrible dream, something really bad and hurtful and I wonder if it's our subconscious warning us like Dick Tufeld, "Danger Will Robinson, Danger!" Prior to my dream I had a pretty productive day, work as usual but then I decided to walk the 4miles home from work and see how long it would take me, pretty decent out so I figured it was worth a try. I sit on the CTA for an hour why not get some exercise instead. Only took me 10min more and was free. During my walk home an amazingly intellectual man leans out the window and yells "Yo! CUTIE! You wana eat my pickle?" Of course the only logical reply would have been, Only if it's kosher. But alas the car had already passed. He might have been the one. Darn. Later in the evening I decide to meet the Tattoo Guy out for a cocktail at a place down the street. He is so gorgeous and sweet it's hard not to like him and just try watching for the warning signs that are so glaringly blinking red. What to do. I have no clue but am enjoying the view for now.