41NoireSat 28th Nov 2009 I don't dream very often, and even less often do I remember the dreams I do have, but I remember last night's, and it's one I've had before. Maybe you expert dream readers can tell me what's going on...I was at a bookstore, a very large bookstore with lots of people. There were a million books in that place, but I knew where I was going. There was a spot in the back, a little corner I had to myself and no one bothered me. In that corner was a tiny shelf with picture books on it, pictures books with pictures of...Jenna. (And before you ask, no, she had everything on. ) I just sat there and paged through them. It was...peaceful and beautiful and...and wistful. I want to go back there....too bad it exists only in my mind.Yeah, shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Lieutenant Commander of the Lesbian Love Brigade There can only be one, like in that foreign movie where there could only be one, and in the end there is only one dude left, because that was the point.