I had a weird couple of dreams last night.
First one was me in some sort of shop. I think it was a 'record store' with all the racks and such but for some reason I was asking a guy behind the counter if he had a t-shirt like I was wearing. He was saying, 'Yeah, I know that one. It's a Mortal Kombat one' and I'm going 'NO YOU'RE STUPID IT CAN'T BE. THIS IS ONE MY DAD BOUGHT IN FLORIDA WHEN I WAS A KID. IT'S FROM, LIKE, '88 or '89, IDIOT!' (I actually have an old 'K-Rock' crocodile my dad bought but hardly wore and it's lasted all this time. Great t-shirt).
Thing is, all I can remember of the t-shirt is that it was plain grey and I have no idea why this guy is telling me it's a Mortal Kombat one and I'm yelling at him...ah, dreams...maybe this should go in the retail blues thread
The second was me bumping into an old workmate who I actually got on really well with but have not spoken to for about three years now. I think my subconscious was taking over because I found out she was married and that really disappointed me... Can't remember anything more.