Dreaming of lavender sleeping pills and orange yogurt

I don't know why my subconscious takes me on such weird journeys, but here is all last night's that I remember:

* talking to Dylan and Stanley on MSN; the latter was vainly trying to change my MSN name
* going to the cafeteria with friends to get some yogurt from the available selection: vanilla, orange, and GOAT'S MILK?!
* Ian L. getting confused at his newest older friend's disappearance, and finding her broken blue binder (her mentor described it as a journey to find herself, but dumbed it down for a six-year-old as "she went away for a while to think about herself, but I'm sure she's thinking of you!")
* seeing something about $9.99 quirky weddings in that broken blue binder (it didn't have a back cover!)
* noticing lavender sleeping pills marketed as "Fine Floor Shavings" - apparently, this was to escape the wrath of the resident crazy person, who HATED anything to do with chemical dependency to sleep (even if you needed it!)
* having part of a room with a red carpet and toys for the kids (especially Ian) to play with - they certainly liked that!