I am fascinated by dreams, or my own at least, and wonder just where they’re coming from.  I guess we’re all interested in our own dreams, it’s other peoples that bore us to tears.  I have a lot of strange dreams, if you know me well I have probably told you about at least one I have had about you.  Now, I can figure out what a lot of them mean, most often my dreams involve me tricking people in very clever ways.  Well, they’re clever in the dreams, in reality they aren’t very clever, everyone else in my dreams is just an idiot.  Clearly the meaning here is that I think I am smarter than everyone else.  I’m comfortable with this, I mean, I’m not always right about it but am more often than not.  Of course, sometimes I have sex dreams.  I know, stunning that someone would run a blog like this and occasionally sex pops up?  But this what I mean about meaning because I’m posting about Taylor Swift because I am only thinking of her because I had a dream about her.  The thing is, I don’t really like Taylor Swift that much.  She kind of annoys me for reasons I can’t fully articulate.  I don’t talk about it much because there are people I know who think she is the greatest thing in the world (which is strange because they know me, obviously that should make her second at best, right?) and I don’t like assaulting what others love.  But she’s not for me.  Except she showed up in my head.  So she is for me?  It’s all very confusing so I am going to just say it’s because I do like her latest single.  Everyone go enjoy that while I kind of sheepishly admit that today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.