Pinky Awkwardness and Dreams

As this is the first post, I suppose I should explain a few things before I get down to my thoughts.  "I'm usually at The Bat Cave" comes from the fact that, well, I'm usually at The Bat Cave.  According to my status indicator outside my door, that is.  Where/what is The Bat Cave?  ...I'm afraid that information is classified.  However, I can assure you that I am not, nor ever will be, affiliated with Batman.  Unfortunately.

Ah, now to my thoughts of the day.  It's absolutely amazing how the littlest actions and happenings in a day can make it seem so much...brighter.  For instance, "awkward moments" every day with a good friend.  Now, it may seem a wee bit odd to randomly stroke people's arms with the tip of your pinky finger, such as I did earlier, and I'm sure it could be termed as invading ones personal space.  But between friends (who are comfortable with each other and their quirks), it can really create the kind of memories that stick with a person for years.  You know, the kind that tend to make you smile in the middle of a lecture on Public Interest Groups in Political Science class.  It seems so wonderful that a simple little action, with what could be considered no intention to it, can be so meaningful.   Personally there should be more of those random incidents from everyone in the world.  Truly!  A moment of silliness can change what was hours of stress and frustration into hilarity in the blink of an eye.  It seems like a fair trade to me.  

Which reminds me.  I had the privilege of seeing the movie Inception once again today (for the ever-beautiful price of $0.50), and it got my mind wandering on the topic of dreams.  No, not in the aspect of inception and extraction and whatnot, but on how much importance most people put in their dreams.  It is true, a dream can give you an idea that takes on a mind of its own sometimes.  But first that dream had to have some kind of importance for you to pay attention.  I admit to putting some store into my dreams and nightmares.  Personally, who wouldn't every once in a while?  If I happened to dream of an 18-wheeler crushing me on a highway, I would tend to be a tad more cautious next time my path took me on a highway.  But where does the line between what we deem important, and what we know is fiction in a dream lie?  It seems that a pick and choose sort of approach is the most used.  Funny how selectivity comes into play even in fictional thoughts.  If we don't like it, we don't pay attention.  Granted, such an attitude isn't always wise, but in dreams in can't hurt I suppose.  Unless the dream is telling you to turn in that murderer who confessed to you a month ago.  That might be worth listening to.  Only you could decide, however.  Seems that the human subconscious has some morality to it after all.  We can only hope.