My other dream

Last night I also dreamed about a website we were building at work for fun. It was a way to rank the “kissability” of everyone who worked there. Brooke and Mari worked there in my dream, and all three of us had pictures up (I think we were all wearing workout clothes in the photos, oddly). We were all very excited about the site, but I was adamant that we needed a disclaimer about sexual harassment and a splash page where people would have to agree not to abuse the contents before they could get in and see the photos. I think people were annoyed with me about that, but I didn’t want the site to jeopardize any of our jobs.

David (yes, Brooke’s David) and Arturo from work were there. David said, “We should also get everyone’s phone numbers and addresses.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, you know…” David said, grinning, and Arturo nodded emphatically.

“No, no, no! This is not a dating service,” I said, and added in my mind, nor it is a stalking service.