The theroy is that when we sleep we have dreams to work out all the crap in our heads on a subconscience level. Now ain't that some fucked up shit!!! I mean I dreamed of so much last night most of which was fubar. I attribute these tweaky dreams not too the moon cycle, but to the absence of caffienated products and the reduction of sugar content in my life. Yes, it's true, I'm losing weight, I'm thinking more clearly, I'm less prone to raging on the little things but god damn the funky dream action. Maybe it could be that I'm reading more books, I was bookgeek before, now I'm an Uber Book Geek. Or maybe the funky dream action was from the M&M's I scarfed before bed. I've been a good with the sugar but I craved, I searched my cupboards and found a bag of these colorful morsels and engulfed them @lightspeed, I burped and went to bed. I got a little rush, then a little queasy, I started to read my book and reached a few chapters of an obscure nature: an prisoned Scokrates (as spelled in this book) in shackles thwarting a death threat. This in no way had nothing to do with the story's theme. My mind went splat, I fell asleep. Now the sleep I can't complain about, it was a sound restfull sleep, but then came the dreams a succession of vignettes pertaining to all my friends and family in 17th century France...um...golly..digging the powdered wigs on some of my friends...anyhoo, one dream had us trying to have a dinner party and I so amused at the guest list, and the wardrobes of the guest. My mind had put these people in appropriate 17th century attire to suit their personalities, and I will say, some of my men friends looked fine in the lace collars and tights...meow. The dreamed turned into a farce, a chase scene and ending at a Drive In theater. (I think I need to get out more) Ok, so your asking what has this to do with Socrates, or for that matter, M&M's (I think they were outdated, if at all possible.) Um....I'm thinking that it has nothing to do with nothing??? Freud would indeed argue that, but untill I meet up with the good Doctor in the otherworld, I'll continue to think I just wanted to see my male friends in powdered wigs and tights.