Sleeping really hard, for me, tends to produce dreams, and I've been a heavy sleeper lately, quite possible due to the cold I've had for about a week now. I seem to be getting one symptom at a time. While that allows me to function, going to work and such, it sure makes for an extended convalescence.

I had Survivor on the brain last night after watching the season finale. In my dream, I was, of course, a contestant. The challenge I remember the most involved trying to solve a puzzle on a series of computers. At each one, you would earn a "prize" and your goal was to win four pieces of chewing gum and two maraschino cherries and store them in your mouth. I finished first, and showed my mouthful of "prizes" to Jeff, who was quite disgusted by the fact that I had eaten the cherries. "They're in there somewhere!" I protested. I won immunity anyway. I also remember trying to make an alliance with Meghan, who was in her pre-pregnancy state, and looking quite fetching in a bikini, frolicking on the beach. Someday my subconsious will catch up to reality: last week, I dreamt I attended Will and Annika's wedding, which was held in my Grandma's basement.

Speaking of Survivor, this was actually a pretty good finale. My opinion of Rafe dropped about 10 points after the last two episodes, though. I don't know why he was so suprised that other people didn't play the way he would have. It's one thing to play the game "ethically", it's another thing to expect others to. Especially if "ethics" means "what's in Rafe's best interest."