Back to School

Last night I dreamed that I was given a new bicycle. I rode it to a farmer's market in a giant refurbished barn. I got there only to realize that I hadn't brought a lock for it. I parked my green mountain bike, though I was concerned. I walked around the market, and I even saw Dorene receiving a vocal lesson and was a bit jealous. (I've always wanted to take vocal lessons.) Then I went to find my bike and thought it was stolen. I think I found it by the end of the dream.

Nightmare

My nightmares are infrequent--thankfully. I think I could even call them rare considering how often I dream and how few of those dreams are unpleasant.

Last night I dreamed that I was back in Minnesota. Life was going well, until I realized that I had missed three shifts in a row at work. I didn't know I worked then and just didn't go. I was about to talk to my boss about it and tell her that I just didn't notice I was supposed to work...and I woke up. Thankfully.

Eek. I think I may have a little anxiety about going back to work in MN.

Dreams

The past few nights I have had brilliant sleep quality. It seems that I'm finally able to have the right temperature and tune out the traffic. Moreover, I have been falling asleep and staying asleep. Beautiful.

I think it has been because my nights have been full. (1)Dinner and devotions with Paul and Laurel (2)Hour + of throwing (3)Time working on distance ed (4)Free reading before sleep. Last night I walked up to an old fort here in town. 'Twas a scenic and enjoyable walk.

Over the course of my sleep-filled nights, I have had some very chaotic dreams. It seems that this is most readily gauged by the number of people in my dreams. One night I was traveling and stopping at very crowded gas stations and shopping complexes. In one I ran into Nyla Evans. We were elated to see each other and hardly left each other's presence--literally, she was giving me a piggy back ride. Then there was a huge conference of sorts at a Bible camp.

Another night I dreamed that my sisters and I were the four "little women." In that same dream the Biechler family was parallel to the Kent family (Smallville again) and had quite the conflict with the Luthers.

Last night, my dreams took me to a Bible conference with a bunch of NWC and Trout Lake Camp persons. At one point we went to a coffeeshop and Bre was working there. She slipped her discount card so I could get 50% off. I almost got kicked out because I didn't have evidence that I'd made a purchase there that day. I hadn't reserved a hotel room for the conference, but three rooms were left at the hotel--at $325 a pop. I got a room that had been trashed by NWC people. I was later appalled because I found out that some of the NWC couples were sharing hotel rooms.

Anyhow, my dreams lately include lots of people from various parts of my past. Intense.

Cyndi Hearts Will Smith

Last night I had a myriad of dreams. One began hanging out with Cyndi R. at a school. We saw Will Smith, only he was really scrawny with greying hair. Cyndi got really excited, so I had to restrain her by picking her up and bringing her to the cafeteria. Much of the rest of the dream was about a movement across the US towards racial reconciliation. 'Twas pretty intense, and one guy had to do an impression of some Harvey Stevenson guy, who was apparently a famous singer.

Anyhow, also in my dream included chastising for sleeping in too late and I had the impression it was three in the afternoon. So I got up: it was 9:30.

Ishmael

Last night, my dream(s) wandered through various scenes, with one continuous chorus: Ishmael.

Scene1:
At the beginning of my dream, I was at the house of my employer's in-laws. There they were telling me of a brick church built in Galena. Apparently the roof had been built in the style that the town wanted, but not the rest of the building. Moreover, the roof was much larger than the rest of the building and had been constructed first. My boss' father-in-law (Chuck) declared that he and his wife would have joined the church if it had been built earlier, but still recommended that I visit it.

Scene 2:
I was outside a house with a porch, apparently babysitting from a family. My charge was a young girl of around 6, and I recall being so happy to be in the company of children again.

Scene 3:
This event was apparently a film that I was watching and also partaking in. It took place inside the house mentioned in scene 2. There were horses that looked like cats. And one was to be released into the next room. However, both got out, with Alia speeding after them. She chased the one which was not to be out below the stairwell on which Reed and another stood. Reed had a volleyball in his hand and was supposed to spike it at the horse/cat. He missed his cue, and the narrator spoke, "He gave the ball a pathetic thud, hardly matching with the loud boom which followed on its impact."

Chaos then ensued.

Chorus:
Throughout the dream, weaving intermittently through the waves of weak plot was one word: Ishmael. Ishmael. Ishmael. When I heard the word I saw the rims of clay cups, roughened and not yet rounded; they spun and weaved before me like wheels. And tumultuously the word: Ishmael.

All through the night I could hear the traffic rattling along--above speed limit--and each bump that woke me sounded "Ishmael."

I finally awoke to a thud which seemed to narrate something being hit or run over. I then heard the semi pull to a stop. I woke with a start and the word "Ishmael" engraved in my mind.

Pyro

My dream last night was very limited in scope. In it, I was prepping for an exhibition in the Denler. I was to exhibit one piece, the very same one I made on the Italy trip. On the trip I sketched various people in a sketchbook. There was a white triangular shelf set up and I propped my square black sketchbook up so it lay open. Propping it open on the left and right were objects that seemed like a blend of coin/stone/candle. I then grabbed a lighter, and for the exhibition, I lit the coins which then ignited the book and it began burning. Not consumed entirely at one, but page by page. Apparently it was some sort of performance piece.

Dream (a couple weeks ago): Knitting

I think I had this dream when I was in Iowa, and without easy computer access. The dream began with Kyle K. and Katlin (and maybe Audra) walking into a room to knit. It then shifted, and I I was to teach a knitting class as a presentation for a class with Dr. Banks. In my dream, the class was to meet in a living room. Now, if you've ever had a class with Dr. Banks, you know she SHOWERS you with resources: articles, books, videos. It's a whirlwind of learning.

In my dream, this was no different. The living room was cluttered and a television was set up which was showing how to knit. Furthermore, Dr. Banks handed out articles with knitting instructions. My very lesson was being ripped from below me. People were following the video and handouts rather than listen to my instruction. Furthermore, the video was blending knitting and crocheting and wasn't pure knitting.

My efforts to focus their attention was failing, and with assurance that my grade was falling, I surrendered.

Dream: Play, Opening Night

Last night I dreamed about a play production at school. I was apparently a stage hand, and I reported for the first night's performance. Though I was supposedly a part of the production, I didn't recall having attended any of the performances. At first my viewpoint was watching the show, and Hannah E. was performing as a waitress, wearing a pink dress. Then I switched places with her, and suddenly she became the one ordering.

She gave me a complex order: one glass pink lemonade, one mixed pink and yellow, and so forth. I went backstage to get the props to fill the order. I kept jumbling it. Dropping cups. Mismatching cups. Cups of different colors. Eventually I grabbed a sushi tray filled with Asian soup spoons that were propped up with built in heels. They looked like they could be worn, and I encouraged my table members to drink from them. This is my shameful part of my dream, for at this point I was speaking in a stereotypical Asian accented English. I felt so racist and cruel for doing this in my dream, but apparently I was supposed to for that character in the play.

The play progressed. The next scene I was in, I was seated at a table with a male character. He was professing his love for me. He was going to leave his girlfriend to be with me. This whole dream, I recall not knowing my lines or even the plot line of the play. I had a paperback book opened in front of me, which was the same plot line. I poured over it in hopes to find what I was supposed to say. I improved things left and right.

Throughout the scene, the curtain would open and close when it should remain open. I recall such incredible guilt, feeling both that I had traumatized this (fictional) couple's relationship as well as botched the play.

The entire performance was horrendous. Afterwards I spoke with the director, pleading, "If I knew I was a character in the play, I would have memorized my lines!"

Giraffe

Last night I had a rather odd dream, perhaps it was because I'm beginning to get good sleep again. In my dream I was on a bus with a giraffe, later on a hill with the giraffe. Basically this giraffe was being carted around until we got to a spot where we could help it deliver the baby giraffe inside of it. I was to help with the delivery.

The end.

Josh + Heather = Engaged

Last night I had a dream involving two very dear friends: Joshua W. and Heather B. Somewhere along the course of my dream, Josh gained paralysis of the legs. However, this was not too tragic, for I soon found out that Josh and Heather were engaged. But, I was still sad, because I felt I was losing you both. Don't fear, Joshua, for you and Heather were still able to canoe in the midst of your paralysis.

Shoes and Bums

Wednesday night I dreamed that I was going with a bunch of NWC people to some conference. Also coming along was my maternal grandmother. We had to stay the night, but gma wanted to save money. So, my grandmother, eldest sister Heather, Dorene, various others and I decided to sleep on the sidewalk . . . right outside a hotel.

The hotel managers weren't too happy about that and made us get rooms. My grandmother said she used to live there, on account that it doubled as a permanent and temporal residence. The place was nice, everything in dark greens, maroons and antique browns. A two person room was $20.50; I recall this because Dorene were sharing a room and agreed to split the cost. In my wallet was a twenty, four ones, and a five. I found it rather inconvenient, and while I tried to figure a way to evenly split the cost, I was rushed to a shoe store.

It was the morning and Dorene and I were to head to the conference. Our only problem was that we needed black shoes. I was wearing black ballet slipper dress shoes--but one does not quickly notice this in a dream. Dorene and I looked around the store which seemed to contain only black shoes.

In my dream it seemed that Dorene and I were also to split the cost of the shoes and share them. This was before I realized I was wearing black shoes and thought it wouldn't work to share shoes when we needed them for the same event, simultaneously. More to the forefront of my mind, however, was the thought that Dorene had slightly smaller feet than me--a half size or so--and I wanted us to pick out a shoe in my size and not hers (I don't recall if Dorene has smaller feet or not in actuality).

I moved over to my size of shoes and saw a pair of black converse low-top sneakers. I thought they would be perfect. As I tried them on, they grew into chunky platform heels. Moreover, they grew beyond high tops and their mid-calf top was lined with black faux fur. It was at this moment that my dream self realized I had black shoes on my feet and ought to head to the conference, but man was that shoe a pain to take off!

Hillary Duff

Sometimes my dreams transform me into pop celebrities. It never makes much sense. Last night I dreamed that I was Hillary Duff.

Much of my dream was a blur: me in a garden, driving in Saint Paul, in an office building.

In the building everyone was dressed in black. There was also a party in New York City by invitation only. I wanted to go because Edgar was going, and I wanted to meet Edgar.

Apparently in this office, Luke (art prof) worked and he recommended me for a job that I thought I wasn't qualified for (not having gotten my degree and all). So, I talked to his boss and got an invite to the party in New York.

I was pretty excited and went to buy a headband. In the store, they were talking about some celebrity who had bought some yellow and purple thin headbands. I traded the thick white headband on my head for a go at one of these thin head bands. The lady at the counter advised me against it.

"Besides," she said, "it's an all-white party."

I was dressed in all black with a white headband.

Art Event

A couple nights ago I dreamed that I was working for some nonprofit organization. We met in a large sparse room and did whatever we did. We were throwing some sort of art benefit or event, and were en route. On the way, we came to a spot in which there was about a ten foot wall, then the land behind it had a chain link fence.

We had to get through somehow and took two different routes. One seemed a bit easier but proved ineffective. I tried the more difficult route. It involved climbing up a stone blocked structure which angled in such a way that you had to rely only on your arm strength to get up.

I was the first to climb and others joined after, all falling off. I found myself close to the peak and straining vigorously. I know not whether I made it up; however, I do know that I made it to the event.

The event was held in a large open space and had sculptures, performance artists, and a live band. There was also a swimming pool.

The band of visual artists began playing and apparently Reed was at the event and we both stood and observed. I was rather excited, because the band started playing "Bohemian Rhapsody."

From there, I went on to swim, but I couldn't find my swimsuit and had to give up on the idea.

Fin.

Office Episodes in Bottles and South America

Last night I dreamed that I went to South America on some type of missions trip with people from my school. I know that Joe Smith was there and also Dorene H.; everyone else was a blur. We were in Sao Paolo, but not Brazil. I think we were in Paraguay or Bolivia.

In my dream we were working with the kids. Apparently we were trying to teach them English, but we were doing so by showing them episodes of The Office. The episodes were stored in water bottles with a red tie around the cap. We hoped they would be interested in the episodes and seek to learn the meanings of words so they could understand the show.

Apparently the episodes were all burned copies and we didn't feel comfortable distributing them. However, the children fell in love with the show so much that they wanted our copies of the shows. We gave in and said our good byes.

For some reason, the kids came with us to the airport, and though they weren't coming back with us, we wanted to get them back through security for some reason. Dorene was at the head of the pack talking to the security guards. She left and that left me in charge.

In perfect English and accent, the guard asked me "Do you speak Spanish?"

"Yes, a little."

"Then you will do well to use as much of it as you possibly can."

So, I began in Spanish and delineated why we were in the country and who we were. I blanked and could not remember how to conjugate into anything other than the present tense. He was pleased with my answer and let us go, but not without taking my glasses. Later I saw another guard with a pair of glasses in his left hand and I asked him for them.

He gave me the glasses, which were sunglasses, and not my own at all. He said that it was much better for me to have some glasses than none.

And we went on our way.

Chicago Dine and Dash

The past two weekends (in real life) I have spent in Chicago, whether intended or not. This weekend I spent it there only in my dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was in a Spaghetti Factory in Chicago (however, it resembled the spaghetti factory in Omaha's Old Market). And though it looked like a Spaghetti Factory, it also was an Olive Garden.

I was there with a large group of people, presumably some class or something. Well, after we placed our orders, there was a sort of intermission, and we all went outside. When we came back in, we found that only a few of the tables had salads on them. So, I began rearranging the tables to switch that with the salad with the table I was seated at. Apparently, this was much more reasonable than moving the salads themselves.

The tables were shaped like the salad plates that I currently am helping to make with my summer job with a potter. With all the moving of tables and such, I don't recall eating, or getting my meal. I do recall leaving.

Afterwards, I wondered if I had dined and dashed (minus the dining, so more like ordered and dashed). I was relating my concern to Kyle Wyatt, while we and more of the larger group ate sushi.

We left the place, only for me to fear that I had dined and dashed yet again. When we left, we both grabbed our bikes, because we wanted to save gas money and the environment. We began biking through what looked to be North Park in Story City; however, it was filled with mounds for BMX. This didn't phase us, and Kyle especially, I would get too scared to go down the steep hills, and when I told him about it, he confessed that he had wet himself while going down one rather steep hill.

From here I biked alone along a highway. The highway was made of what resembled acrylic gold shag carpet, and the hills which bordered it were clumps of glittering asphalt. I became very fatigued cycling...

Spinelli

Saturday night, I dreamed about being lost in a mall (this isn't too unusual; whereas I can make my way around large cities in foreign countries quite easily, malls whip me). Within the mall was a number of concert halls as well as what I believe was a train station (not unlike Termini).

I was wandering around the mall trying to find a certain place. Apparently I was so lost that I forgot what I was looking for. While I was walking, my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and found that Spinelli was calling (remember the show Recess, yeah, that Spinelli).

I answered the phone and found out that Spinelli was no one other than Anna Penner. She wanted me to meet her for lunch the next day, but I couldn't because the mall I was in was apparently in the Twin Cities, and Anna's in Iowa. I was really bummed because I wanted to meet Spinelli--even though I already know Anna pretty well. Finally, we agreed to supper.

Spinelli from Recess

I normally have dreams with interesting plot lines and nonsensical events.  However, I do always act in character.  Once I dreamed that there was a widespread transportation disaster and I thought Seth was dead.  I then saw him wearing a neon green shirt in the hallway and my heart leapt in the knowledge that he was indeed among the living.  I had an intense desire to run up and embrace him.  However, in our normal relationship we didn’t hug often.  As such, in my dream I didn’t.  This is odd, for there seems no better time to hug someone than when they seem rescued from the dead, yet I acted in character.

Bald

Sunday night my dream took place in two different Northwestern buildings connected by Ames' Grand Avenue. In one building I began to shave my head. I don't know why, somehow I thought it would look amazing.

In the midst of my head shaving, I had to go to the other building. My head was about 1/6th shaved, and I combed over the rest obnoxiously. When I got back to the aforementioned building, Caitlin M. was waiting there for me. Apparently I was to shave her head too.

However, in the gap of time I realized that I looked absolutely awful with a shaved head. But what was I to do with having a very noticable portion gone? Well, my brain had already come up with an answer. An answer that could actually be accessed in real life. I was going to knit a bunch of wigs for myself. In fact this very pattern came to mind: http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATThallowig.html

(I don't know Caitlin, maybe it's a premonition of next year...)

Lab, Concert, Forest

Lately my dreams have been less surreal, and more including random people I know. This may be because I am so far away from you all. Well, here's the dream from last night...

It began in a science lab set in a library. I had the feeling I was at Northwestern, but I didn't recognize anyone. There was a guy there who seemed familiar.

Next Scene: Reed's apartment (apparently I can see into the future). I was recounting the event, and Reed told me that the person I recognized was one of the band members from the concert we had seen in Rome.

My dream then did a flashback to the aforesaid concert. However, this concert was in the midst of a forest of birch trees. As my memory recalled the concert, I realized the guy in the lab was the bassist on stage left.

Then Reed and I proceeded to walk from the forest. Before me was a brown paneled wall which had two vertical columns of black and white photographs. These were various pictures of Josef B's face (and long locks of hair) and had been taken in that very forest.

Before me were those photographs having been compiled into a single frame. It was an abstracted mass of vertical lines in pastel/neon coloration. Reed and I then discussed my colorful composition. I think I then ran into Josef as I continued to exit the forest along with all the concert goers.

Cards

The first thing I remember about my dream last night was Adam R. (from high school) filing down the deck of his skateboard. I thought it was ridiculous, because how would he get any traction to skate?

The next thing I remember was a being at a campus event. Part of this was playing cards. At the table I went to was already seated Benjamin P. (from NWC) and some girl. At the next table over was Jimmy R. (from high school), and soon Ben P. (from NWC) came over to play. I don't remember much, except that whichever game we were playing, Benjamin P. has a 6 and 8 of spades, and needed a 7 of spades, which Jim slipped him under the table.

I don't recall being too upset about it.

McDonald's

Last night I dreamed that I was back in Minnesota. I was going to take out one of my ACR resident's to McDonald's. Apparently Sam H. (from NWC) also worked at the house I work out and was going along. McDonald's has this special where you won a meal if you could find parking spots of the same color arranged like an "L" tetris piece.

Sam and I were helping the resident to locate these L's. At one point the parking lot was translated into a table for the ease of the hunt. Eventually the L was found and we went into McDonald's to claim the prize. Included were drinks, a bag full of fries and a blue hot dog and bun inside a normally colored bun.

One of the women who was working there called to see if anyone hadn't received theres. I tried to tell her that I hadn't, but she didn't notice and began eating it herself. Then I realized that I had one in my hand. While this was going on, Sam and the resident were at the table. When I joined them Bre and Audra were also there.

En route, I stopped to get ketchup. It was hard to find the ketchup because squirted coffee, pineapple, and other such things were also available in pump form. I finally got the ketchup and the fries were delicious.

Fin.

Florence

Also, Sunday night I dreamed about Florence.

I was living there in the scenic mountains. Apparently there was a guy on the loose who was stealing babies and small children. I was watching my niece Kaitlyn, and he tried to take her from me. He overpowered me and got her, but I was hot on his trail to get her back. I was tromping about Florence (which was actually a mix of Florence and Rome) and I ran into Sarah, Cyndi, Jessica, and Audra (Bre might have been there too). They exclaimed, "Charity, we came to visit you!" Unfortunately I couldn't visit, because I had to reclaim my niece from a criminal.

A Third Variety Show

I just woke up from a heathen amount of sleep—courtesy of not having to be in Minneapolis at 7:30 AM—and had an elaborate dream. It began in a mall, a mall there, but that does not resemble any mall I’ve experienced in real life. In it, I ran into Denise Biechler, who was sitting at a kiosk. However, more than a kiosk, it was somehow a vortex to her home. I am pretty sure Mrs. Biechler was blond and I know that her family was completely loaded.

As I continued through the mall, I was walking with my sister Heather and my grandmother, and I could not tell whether or not I was in Italy or not. I heard people speaking about Italian food and trying to figure out whether or not to use formal or informal Italian when speaking for vendors. I continued by a tshirt store and Leonardo Da Vinci was sitting inside with a white tshirt. His face was in a gray scale.

Then I recall showering in a hotel without any privacy, as people kept on talking to me. I then went to visit Daryl H.—who was my brother—and he read to me almost the entirety of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (if you’ve ever read it, you know how lengthy it is). I recall him being a good reader, but I was unable to track him down to read me the last chapter.

I then appeared in Maranatha Hall on Northwestern’s campus; it was here that many of you began to appear. In my dream it was the same time as it is now—that is, after normal spring semester and into summer courses. Well, Northwestern was hosting a third variety show. I was seated in the back and remember it being difficult to see.

First appearing was Caroline T., wearing a red shirt and black pants. Apparently she was the emcee. And the first performer was Sadie W. and Brenda L., to perform a song that I didn’t think that they had memorized. They emerged from the audience along with Tera S., and Sadie ran backstage while Brenda and Tera sang on stage. After this performance, a bunch of guys dressed in black emerged from backstage and began a choreographed dance. Included in this was Nick S., Sam H., Westin B., and Ben W. (all from high school). It was really dim, so I couldn’t really understand what was going on.

Then I appeared talking with my roommate, Miss Lindsey, and told her how odd it was that there was a third variety show. She was also confused, but she was happy that it was occurring, nonetheless.

Then, in the midst of the dream, I woke up and called you all together in the stairwell by the practice room on 1st floor Knutson. I remember Morgan N. and all the other Neely’s being there. You all didn’t have the patience to hear the story, and dispersed. Then I ran up the stairs to post a note on Facebook about it while whistling a song by The Cranberries.

Then, I did indeed wake up and continue the action of the dream (although in reality, I’ve already finished One Hundred Years of Solitude).

Italia + Hope

Last night I dreamed that I took Hope to Italy and I showed her around. At one point we were traveling by giant ziplines that went all over Rome. Then I kept on losing things in the Uffizi.

The whole night I dreamed that I was trying to tell people a specific dream I had, but no one would give me their full attention. So, I forgot what I dreamed. From what I remember it was a doozy.

Angelina Jolie is Jealous of My Life

Last night I slept for 12 glorious hours! (I fell asleep at 9:15--hey I was tired after golfing in the cold cold rain!). It must have worked wonders because I had a crazy dream.

For part of it, I was driving my car to a bus stop so I could take a city bus. Then I kept on taking the bus to the same places. I remember this same building that I went to, but I don't know its purpose.

Then I was in Florence (yet again!), however, it looked like the section of South Bend where the Chocolate Factory is. I was walking down an abandoned street along the sidewalk. Angelina Jolie was walking ahead of me. Somehow I knew that she knew Faith (my sister), though I didn't personally know (in the conocer sense) Angelina Jolie. And as I walked behind her, my pace was a bit faster than hers. I began to move to the left to pass her, and as I neared her she sighed and said, "I just LOVE Faith."

In passing I turned to her and replied, "She's my sister." Then I walked on as if nothing had happened. I had a certain inner-contentment in knowing that I one-upped Angelina Jolie (though I must state that I didn't feel arrogant, I just sensed my satisfaction in life as it was), for someone she so admired--Faith--was my sister, and was therein a bigger part of my life than hers.

Poor Angelina Jolie. She must be super jealous.

I'm so MK

Last night I dreamed I was Mary Kate Olsen. I had a huge hotel room I was saying in with a ginormous tub that overlooked a lake. It was sunset and I was about to take a bath when I woke up.

Dairy

Last night was full of all sorts of dreams. I worked the asleep shift last night. I dreamed that I woke up at 3:50 AM and suspected that I would be woken up soon for a 4 AM procedure. I also dreamed about eating a yogurt that was mixed like some of our ceramics stuffs....hmmm can you say too much time in the studio AND too much of Heather (prof) explaining ceramics consistencies in terms of dairy. Yeah.

Group Home/Restaurant

It's 8:15 AM.

Last night we went to sleep with the window cracked open to keep the room the best temp.

Now it's snowing.

Crazy Minnesota.

I got up to do laundry and I'm still tired. My clothes are currently in the wash. I was happy to not be dreaming because this was my dream.

I was at work for ACR Homes. (Remember I work with people with disabilities.) One of our residents was sick and suddenly had these really strict rules about being in the sun and wearing a scarf over himself and his room window's blinds... Then I went to prepare his dinner and they said that the company was about to entirely switch away from bowls and plates because they were unsanitary. I remember I used two huge bright blue plastic bowls for cereal.

Then I went over to the restaurant that was like part of the house. There I went to a table that was a woman, her daughter, and Spencer F. (from high school). They were nice people and I took there order, but then I transferred their order to different paper for some reason. When I got to the kitchen to give them the order, I noticed that one of my tickets didn't have the table number on it (The numbers were in Roman numerals and my table was section V table IV.). So I wrote it down and then suddenly I couldn't find where my tickets were for their food.

SO, then I tried to remember their orders from memory. The woman got tater tot casserole to share with her daughter, but I remembered that they never came to a conclusion of whether they wanted salad bar with it.

Anyhow, I figured out something and then talked to some other staff about who was going to do a certain resident's evening meds.

Caucuses Kick Bum

So, last night--my plans being freed up by a necessary tux fitting--Sarah called.

"Charity are you in town?"

Yes.

"Do you want to go to the caucuses with me!?!?"

So we went. It was sweet. (We went to the Republican Caucus to support Ron Paul.) We also ran into Cory K., Serena A., and Serena's partner in performance. It was so much fun hanging out with them. As far as the actual caucus...

People talked about the candidates, then we did the vote. Then people discussed platforms they wanted the Republican party to uphold.

This was the part that got a bit long winded. But it was still fun, especially when I disagreed with platforms and I got to say "Nay"--I was often alone in my "nay-ing".

The only downside to my attending was the attempt to sleep afterwards.

I was restless the whole night. I dreamed that I went to Iran, and myself (though I may not have been a physical being, but just an observer) and three others went to look into this valley within the city. There we beheld ashen trees and scattered clutter.

As we descended the hill, we were stopped by a couple people. One of the persons accused on of our companions of being "Shrek Castro" and wanted to shoot him. We saved him and left.

Then my dream was filled with topics like Fair Tax, Right to Work, mandated taxation, farm subsidies. At the same time, in real life it was so dry in my room that I was thirsty. So in my dream I kept revisiting water fountains and drinking--without feeling any better. Someone in my dream recommended that I eat wheatless wheat crackers.

Strange things continued to happen. Like at the actual caucus, I ran into tons of people that I knew but I hadn't seen. I.e. Poklitar.

Also in my dream, I was in the middle school and there was a huge portrait of Annabel in the display case. There was also a smaller photo of Dena and I sitting together against a brick wall, a photo which I knew had been taken that very day.

Anyhow, I tossed and turned all night, and finally at four am I got up and got some water. I feel somewhat better but also feel the onset of a cold.