Last night I had a dream that I showed up to the race and had forgotten everything. I only had two of my four flasks, no Gatorade, and I left my golf ball and tape at home by the fireplace.
On the upside, the race ended in a gift shoppe, and I ran the full 26.2 miles in 30 minutes, 55 seconds.
When I was nearly full-term with Daughter, I started having really screwed up dreams, including one where I saw Jesus in the sun room of my neighbor's condo. Our eyes met, he smiled at me and then gave me the thumbs up sign.
That is all.