An account

Bits of this morning's dream (last vestiges of a Clonazepam sleep): I am making popcorn in my wok. Clearly I have not thought this through, because I do not have a cover big enough for it. The popcorn and the oil start flying all over the kitchen, and I am afraid my mom's about to come in and start yelling at me again for making a mess, or slapping me as she used to do whenever she was "tired". (I have actually been living on my own for 21 years and I could certainly take down my 70-year-old mother in a physical fight. I only recently started making my own popcorn and I frequently burn it.) As I am trying to cover it up, we shift to an establishing shot of the building I am in - a gas station/diner - and then to a computer screen where I am getting an email from a guy who in real life has just asked me out for the 17th time. I am not interested in him, and I have told him repeatedly that I am busy, and this last time he asked me out I finally told him I had a boyfriend. (I do not, but often a persistent man will finally leave you alone if he thinks he will have to deal with another male instead of just trying to wear YOU down.) He had responded nastily - "Okay what a weird response, I was not asking you out, I was just asking you for coffee!" (Creepy.) In this dream, the same email exchange occurs, but in addition to this nastygram from him, he includes a series of symbol characters (as in smileys or winkies and stuff like that) that, when looked at sideways, look like Mr. <PERSON> from Fox In Sox with an erection. Ew. But I do wish I could remember the sequence of characters.