I had a dream last night about matchbox twenty…I was having a meal with them at a restaurant. Kyle was the prominent member of my dream. I got in some kind of an argument with him, peeved him in some way. I remember the others being there, but he was the most…vivid, as much as I despise that word. We were at a white table with black paint on the sides, as I recall. Rounded corners, but rectangular. Just enough for six people, three on each side, none on the end. Benches, not individual seats. And Kyle was across from me. I'm remembering him with his hands up, elbows on the table, angry. But why? But I felt "like the jester when the music die[d]". I don't remember anybody but Kyle and me uttering a word…

Another thing I remember is that I felt comfortable with the five of them, like it wasn't unusual to dine with them. It may have been night time. I know that the restaurant was on the small side.

Last night, I dreamed that I was at a matchbox twenty concert. The strange thing was that there were very few people there. At the end of the concert, the house lights came on while the band was still on stage. Rob jumped off the stage and began walking through the auditorium to meet people.

I was in the second or third row, (the building had theatre seating throughout). Rob walked through the row behind me, which was empty. He said hi to my mother, who was with me for some strange reason, then he said hi to me. I extended my arm, wanting him to shake my hand. And he did.

We talked for a few minutes. I remember not wanting to scream and yell and be an obnoxious fan. Rob did look at me a few times during the conversation like I was a fruit, though I can't recall specifically why. Basically, I was just asking him how he was doing, how the tour was going, things like that.

When I woke up, my cat Mulder was right under my chin, and my roommate's cat Scully was curled up by my knees. They were being incredible cute, but I was still disappointed that the dream hadn't been true.

Last night, I dreamed I was in an infirmary. Some of the workers were commenting that Rob Thomas was there. I looked into the back. At first, I didn't see him. Then I saw him hobbling around on crutches. He was really clumsy on them at first, but then he was really getting around the place fast.

He came out to where I was standing. There were other people gathering, but he kept coming back to talk to me. And he was smiling.

Then he and the other matchsticks ended up going home with me. I was talking to the other matchsticks too, who seemed impressed that I knew their names.

Then Rob got mean. He was hanging around with some girls in the kitchen, (the duplex was set up only a little differently than it really looks. The hallway seemed longer, and the kitchen a little bigger). Rob approached me again, (by then, his crutches had disappeared), and was looking at my hair. He was saying how discusting it was, claiming there were chunks of fingernail clippings in it. He scrunched up his nose at it. Then he laughed. The girls with him laughed, and he went off with them.