The beginnings of this dream are getting fuzzy, but I remember being in some sort of large stadium, similar to a blitzball stadium in Final Fantasy X. I was later in some park (with bathrooms in which both boys and girls went!) where kids were having camp activities and was harassing someone enough to have them call security on me. I ran away and climbed a high, dying tree. I don't think the security officers saw me up there, but I think some strange cosmic truth was revealed to me as I was up there. If it comes back to me, I'll be sure to share!

I was then driving back to Calvin college from a far distance, and Jen was coming in her car as well. Jen, at a rest stop, was worried that she wasn't going to have enough money to get enough gas for the trip. When I got to Calvin and was gathering some of my stuff out of my car, I saw that I still had Jen's purse sitting in my passenger seat. I worried that maybe she was stranded somewhere without her cell phone and wallet, but I didn't think too much about it. I was sure she was fine.

I got out of my car and started wandering around Calvin's campus. I ended up next to an area of people being led in some sort of exercise routine (something I've never actually seen on Calvin's grounds) and was somehow in a line for...something. A couple people I knew were in line with me, but the only one I can remember recognizing is Trisha Schales, with whom I work at MPI. At some point during the conversation in our group, someone intimated to her that I had some pot and then left. Trish then tried her best to ask me for some pot without being blunt about it, and I came right out and told her that I didn't have any. I'm unsure what her reaction was.

It got darker, and I was sitting on a grassy hill with my friend Carrie from Kentucky. We talked about everything in the world, and when I got tired I decided to go to bed. Actually I said I was going to check out some of the other Calvin buildings to see what was going on around campus, but she pointed out that it was about 4am. I went to one of the dorms to find out where I was living.

When I walked in, I heard or saw some commercial about how white Barack O'bama is, and then an elevator opened to my left and some old people walked out. I went to the desk and asked the deskie where I was living, but he flipped over some sort of plaque, indicating that he was off duty. I began to beg him, and he led me back to a wall-mounted computer where he began opening a program or website to find out my room. As he was doing this, my brain slowly began working better, and I realized through the stress of it that I was too old for the dorms, thought the apartments would be fun, realized I had already graduated, then freaked out because I had no idea where I lived. As I woke up I realized that I live in Kalamazoo, and I wondered if I would have to commute every day.

Last night, Andy Meneely had anyone and everyone from Calvin over to his mansion for a week long party. I kept getting lost, and accidentally walked in on Andy and Kelly making out at one point. I had to interrupt them to ask for directions. It's their own fault, really, they were making out on the floor in the hallway!

I went with someone to take out the trash, but he was wearing a suit. A man in a car came up to us and started harassing the person I was with, so I counter harassed him and stole lots of money from his wallet. I walked away, but ran into the woods for fear that he was going to run me over. Instead he pulled out a gun and shot at me. He missed, but I pretended that he hit me and laid on the ground. He was driving away when I accidentally moved and he stopped. I'm not sure if I was going to survive or not.

Yesterday was a crazy day, thus resulting in crazy dreamage:

First I dreamt that I was in the middle of a huge to-the-death free-for-all. For some reason it was (I think) between Sunnis and Shiites. Everytime someone was killed, one of two bloody bodies was raised up to signify a point for that team. I was one of the last three alive, and at that point it was no longer a religious battle. The last three were me, someone hiding behind a wall that I couldn't see (I think we were in a setup similar to my parents bedroom, but bigger and empty, and the third person was in the bathroom area), and Mr. Burns from the simpsons, but younger and more lively. Mr. Burns had a large, sharp, shiny axe. He had to be careful because he was the only one that was vulnerable to two opponents. He threw the axe at me as he rolled, but I dodged and the axe began bouncing around in the corner. I couldn't grab it until it stopped bouncing without risking bodily injury (and thus death) to myself. The third person came out from hiding and it was a woman, and we all ended up with a hand on the axe when they called an end to the competition. We were each given $734.

In my second dream, I was walking down White Bear Rd. near my parents' house. I tried to find a secret back entrance to their property, but was distracted by someone with a dog. I couldn't tell if the dog wanted to bite me or lick me, so I put my hand out to find out. It did a combination of both, similar to what Stitch would do if he were excited (when ISN'T he excited?)

I continued on and realized that even though I was wearing my sunglasses, I was having a hard time seeing anything at all. I had to squint for everything but still could not see much. I came out of the woods and saw my somewhat renovated high school up on the hill past a small ravine. I considered jumping over an area that seemed narr wouldn't be able to reach. Fortunately, I looked over to the left and saw that some kids had made a dirt bridge so that they could bike over it on the way to school. I walked over it and up to the school, but when I got there I had to use my work badge to badge in. Turns out I had somehow entered a rival research company, so I decided to use this as a time to scope out and sabotage the competition. I freed some monkeys and a genetic combination between a bear and a hamster. I then decided that I should find some scrubs to steal, since I was walking around in my MPI scrubs. THe last thing I remember was going into the locker room.

Last night when my sister and I came home from Old San Juan, her husband was watching America's Next Top Model. I wasn't yet ready to shower or go to bed, so I watched it with him (I still believe the show is dumb... but whatever). As I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was in a male version of the show, and we contestants were taking a small plane to an island (much like the plane we just took to the island of Vieques and back). The pilot was getting upset, and demanded that the next person to talk be thrown from the airplane. That person was the flight director, or something like that, so we opened the door and threw him out. Fortunately, we had just taken off so the ground wasn't TOO far...