i had a strange dream last night. there were two significant parts: one had to do with "mestizo boy" from earlier in the summer, and the other about some roommate anxiety over bookshelf organization.

the return of mestizo boy
in my dream, i was looking at what was supposed to be my bedroom wall on which was pasted a print out of mestizo boy's nerve profile. when reading it, he had written how his prospective mate will appreciate the added roll of flesh on his body because it was certified "100% pure Adobo (c)." what? did he brand the recipe for adobo? next to his pasted profile were two post-its with different phone numbers. in my dream, i understood that those post-its were for times he tried calling me, but didn't get through. i noticed the two numbers had two different area codes. how could he have two numbers with two area codes? in my dream, i wondered if he were an east coast transplant. one of the numbers had a "758" area code. where the hell is that in real life?

my taste in film is better than that
during this phase of my dream, i had entered my bedroom and plopped myself on my bed, when i noticed that my roommate had placed on the side of my bed two sets of small bookshelves containing all my videotapes and DVD's. she had segregated all my movies from the shelves in the living room. when i looked in the living room, i noticed all her movies occupied the shelves in the common spaces. i was irked. i then noticed that she had mistaken some of her movies as mine, and had placed them in my room. i was surprised to think that she thought i was the one who purchased a box set of "the princess diaries." the box set of this movie was placed on the bottom shelf next to some sanrio-like bag that also didn't belong to me. i went about replacing my movies onto the shelves in the common spaces. i've never even seen "the princess diaries," nor have i seen "the princess diaries 2: the royal engagement." i think i'd rather watch a snuff film than that. just kidding!