What dreams may come.

I just had one of the strangest dreams. I dreamt that I was on my couch trying to take a nap, when I was in actuality on my couch trying to take a nap. In my dream though I was struggling to wake up but could not because I was to tired. So tired that when I tried to get up I fell over and slept under my coffee table. Then all the sudden I woke up in my dream and in real life. It was so vivid that it took me a second to realize why I was still on the couch. Ugh. I hate dreams like that. Today seems to be a day of torment. A good friend emailed me and is having trouble with her relationship, which she usually is. The thing that gets to me is we tried dating once and she said that I was too nice. How can one be too nice? Meanwhile the guy she's with is an ass and she is striving to please him and buckle her own desires to get the relationship to work. Ugh. To further the report my alienation from the Avengers is happily ongoing. I call my neighbors the Avengers because we are all in the military so when we come together in time of crisis we can really kick ass. When there is nothing big going on we are torn by infighting, ergo the name. Happily I have removed myself from the artificial fray. In a way I have become the sage of 69. Which is my apartment number. I am happy to be removed from the petty nature that surrounds me. Though I need to meet some people my age, which for the folks at home is 26. Ugh. Now to the question, where does one meet mid twenties people in Detroit? The quest must begin. I wonder what the X-Men are up to?