Last night I had a really weird, interesting dream. There was this guy who followed me throughout pretty much the whole dream. He was a kind of generic looking '80's rocker looking guy, and I think for some reason his name was Kevin. He was wearing this blue denim jacket, and had really straight light brown hair, and he was kind of good looking, but it wasn't like he was really a person, but almost like he was supposed to represent some aspect of me. He carried a cell phone, and didn't really talk to me much, but was more kind of "watching out" for me. And he always seemed to be around, no matter where I was or how I got there. I was also driving this big white truck with a company logo for someplace I didn't work. It was really high up and hard to climb into, and once I got into the truck, the space was very small and I just barely fit. I remember going out to the parking lot to get my truck, and seeing another truck owned by my coworker, and almost accidently getting into her truck instead, since it was just sitting there with the key in the door, and remembering that when I saw her I should probably tell her that her truck was sitting in the parking lot with the key in the door. Then I was holding this party in the house of a friend of mine. I knew I shouldn't really be holding the party, and then her Dad came to the house and told everyone that they had to leave because she was sick. She wasn't actually sick, she was just tired, but everyone left without argument, and it was left to just me and the cell phone '80's rocker guardian angel type guy again. It was a really plesant, happy, almost reassuring dream, kind of made me feel like things were all going to be just fine, although I'm not really sure why. But I woke up feeling a lot better than I have in a while. Read the corresponding bad day.