Dream:
Steve and I ran in a race together. I was keeping up with him througout most of it, which made me happy. He had thick legs that were muscular but weren't defined. And he was wearing white socks (a cardinal sin to him). Anyway, we overheard while we were running that the first 45 runners got medals, so we started going faster. And then for the last 400m he took off and I tried to go with him but I couldn't keep up. And I came in 52nd, and he had gotten a medal (like 37th) and I didn't. So my eyes started to water a little bit, and he asked what was wrong. I didn't want him to think that I was being dumb, so I lied that someone had been mean to me. We went out afterwards and ate a big chocolate chip cookie.