I dreamed of Charles for the first time since we broke up 2016 according to this blog. I actually almost never dreamed of him even when we were in a relationship, though. Angela shows up with alarming frequency though. Justin doesn't show up at all.

He did show up on my side of the bed last night. To paraphrase:

"Whaaaat, what is this?"

"Come here and you'll see!"

I beheld the rumpled pile of blankets on his side of the bed. In all likelihood it concealed something unpleasant, like an icepack or a cat toy.

"Gotta brush my teeth first."

I brushed my teeth. Flossed. Mouthwash'ed.

"Alright, what's in there?"

"You can see better from this side!"

But on that side all I saw was Justin's smiling face peeking out from beneath the duvet.

"Okay-"

"I warmed it up for you!"

So cute.

But anyways, I first dreamed I was doing the Kitchener hub traffic study, working out of a huge shopping mall. Yiing, of all people was there working at one of the other consortium's firms. I asked her, "Why do we need to evaluate the traffic impact of this mall separately? We can just capture it through background traffic growth."

She said, "Oh, true!"

We both then realized that we still had to capture the site-generated traffic added by the hub. And I thought, "Oh, shit, where is the Environmental Assessment?" but instead of finding the EA we ran through a back alley, past a fountain, past the dodgy flip-sequin backpacks, into a restaurant serving dim sum where we had brunch with Charles (and half a dozen others).

And during the brunch I asked, "Why did you guys break the engagement?"

Charles said he had been on an accident, on a boat, playing Jeopardy, where he got his bits crushed.

At which point I wondered if I was having brunch with Charles BOYLE rather than other-Charles and woke up.

For real though, I feel bad for Charles. Sucks to have built up a future (with condo-sized investment) and then watch the plans fall apart. Can't Eat/Pray/Love that shit away quickly.