I've Been Itching to Write Since Last Night

I've been itching to write since last night, and now that it's here for the typing, I'm drawing a blank. All I can think about is playing FarmVille on fb. Ugh. This modern age is good and frustrating, all at once. I need to have less distractions at times, other times, I want to be distracted. Sheesh. My dreams have been strange and prophetic lately. I don't know what to make of it, but I dreamed of my friend Joe in Washington state. In the dream he had a plastic shopping bag full of items. He was rummaging through it, looking for I don't know what, but one of the items was a gun. I kept nagging him to give it to me, give it to me, it's going to go off. Finally he did, and I unloaded it.
The following day I told John about it. I looked it up in a dream dictionary. Freud is obsessed with the penis, so of course the interpretation was that I was seeking to demasculinize him. Is that even a word? So John's interpretation of that was that I was trying to prevent him from procreating. I disagree. I think Joe would make a great father.
The day after that, Joe posts on facebook that he's going to the gun range with some friends to play with guns. Holy cows. Then he says he may buy a gun. I say what kind? I tell him about the dreams and we marvel over synchronicity. The gun is a Taurus. That's my sign. There's that thing again. He's on the far west coast and I'm not too far from the eastern seaboard. Still, somehow connected. I love Joe Joe. He's a life long friend, no matter distance, years, whatever. I like that.
I figured out the problem, by the way. It's the sound of people droning on in the background, complaining and rehashing the same issues over and over again. Oy. I find that it clouds my thought processes and I'm so thankful for noise cancelling headphones! And Janis Joplin, Carly Simon and Tracy Chapman. I have a nice Chix Mix going here. I need some Indigo Girls.... I'm going after it. Have a great day, world.