I had quite the dream last night. I was at Northwestern and the campus was a bit altered. One of the main buildings, possibly Riley or the student center, had been altered to have an extremely pointed and steep roof with excessive windows. Furthermore, Iowa was north of Minnesota. I found a newsletter of a church from years ago documenting that Alex P. was a chaperon at a church in Iowa with a bunch of people I know, including Karly H. and the like. I was extremely surprised and kept looking for Alex so I could tell him about our unknown connection. There were other strange parts of my dream, including my roommates and I trying to pass as boys.

Parallelism

Last night, my dream was all about parallelism. I would only do things in certain numerical units. It was strange. At one point I was in a large building that I seemed to know and was going all around. I saw Sarah and she was trying to get Ian M.'s attention in order to give him a hug. She did and then he came over to me and gave me a hug and then we were dancing. 'Twas strange. I'd gone into the room I was in to fetch my bag--one similar to the one I packed up this morning--and found five of the same around it. So I had to judge which was mine based on the contents.

Anyhow, thought I'd jot that down for y'all. Soon I'll meet Sarah for lunch, load up the car, and be on my way back to Northwestern.

Heroes

Last night I dreamed that I met Reed's parents.  We were in some indoor place decorated to look outdoor and he walked up with his parents (remember that Reed's dad wrote Peace Like a River).  I was so excited to talk to his dad about Peace Like a River because Reed had briefly left to grab something, however, before I knew it, both of his parents had grabbed me in a group hug.

What is it with my dreams being about people I admire and close physical proximity?  In my dream with Ghandi the other night, we were sitting right next to each other in an office that had abundantly more seating.  In my dreams it seems like the first meeting and yet there is already an established relationship.  Bizarre!

Mom version of a "Jon Dream"

Well, I got up early today to do some homework, and should be doing that, but I had to write down my dream.  When I got up to shut off my alarm, I thought it was part of my dream.  Suddenly, I was in a king sized bed which included mounds upon mounds of comforters and amazement.  In my dream my mother had tucked me in.  This was strange, because the way the dream went, it was like a Jon dream.  A Jon dream is a dream where Jon is suddenly alive again.  That's how this dream was, only my mother is still alive.  I don't know if it was that she was healthy in my dream or what, but it was rather bizarre.

Antagonistic Self

When I arrived home (12:15 AM-ish) and had readied to sleep (1-something-ish), I settled into a deep and disturbing sleep. It was interrupted by me apparantly shouting at Tiffany "Won't you shut up!" Anyhow, this probably altered my mindset, for I had an unusual dream.

(Let me preface this by saying that when I woke, I was ashamed of myself and later relieved that it was not a real occurance.)

In the dream, I had become extremely antagonistic towards everyone on campus. While at a gas station, I conceived the notion to tackle my annoyance at my roommates wanting to take the shuttle--even though it wasn't running--by stealing a HUGE police car. More like truck, ginormous truck.

Dorene, Tiffany, and Tomas (pronounced TOE-mash) boarded it with a candy red coffin stuffed with contraband. We drove around, settled at the mall and made a run for it. Tiffany and Dorene receded to their mother's home there, Tomas ran off, and I left. I encountered the coffin outside with a garage sale-looking plethora of items. I helped a man load it into his car, which became a boat, which he took to sea to sail to the old country.

Later, Seth and I met up and joy-ride-ed in another huge police truck with the top down. We parked it in front of a clinic and walked off.

Muhl. I'm not feeling eloquent today. I think a nap and subsequent library visit are in order.

Adieu.

Waking Dreams

I finished my paper last night around 3 AM or so.  I proceeded to the textbook reading and read till Matthew 23.  By this time, it was a little after 5 AM and I decided to turn in.  My alarm went off at about 7:36 and I proceeded into a cycle of jumping out of my bunk, snoozing, climbing back in, falling asleep, hearing the alarm, jumping....etc.  Only, at the time, in my head I thought I was in a religious discourse and I equated my alarm to the Mishnah or something.  Tiffany shouted at me to shut off my alarm and my incoherent self wanted to correct her about what was actually going on.

Breakfast in Bed

This morning, having fallen asleep at 2:30 AM, I slept in to 11 AM (getting a solid 8.5 hours of sleep). Dorene had been banging around in the kitchen, which had effected my last dream. Reaching consciousness, I recounted the dream to Dorene:

She had been making muffins in the kitchen and needed more or help, so I jumped out of bed and got out my muffin mix. I added milk and she insisted that I not make mini muffins. I complied, but was heartbroken. I then realized that the mix required egg, which was still in a one cup measuring cup. We then began showing each other senior pictures. One of mine had my face in front of the courtyard at Northwestern. I wondered how I took my senior picture there. As we were talking, Dorene made a statement implying that all of the Old Testament apocryphal books rhymed. I negated her comment and began to speak on the apocryphal books, then branched into the New Testament apocrypha and especially the Gospel of Thomas. I wanted to tell her about the 114th saying of "Jesus" in the gospel in my dream, but could not recall it. I looked to the sky to remember and saw two crows fighting....

Anyhow, while recounting the dream, Dorene brought me a powdered sugar covered waffle. She had tried to make me coffee but was confused about the coffee maker. I told her she had to press the button twice and in just a couple minutes she brought me a cup served up black. I began to drink it and soon got out of bed.