Awesomely Modest

This was from the other night. I remembered about it while talking to Beth.

I was sleeping increadibly uncomfortably in my bed at school- and then somehow was in my bed at home. It was actually where Caseys mountain is, though, and not my bed. There was a nail sticking straight up from the middle of it, and I was trying to get a picture of me sleeping comfortably on it, with Casey.

I was registerring or classes, looking through the new version of the course catalog. It was ver different- artsy and difficult to find things in, but very impressive with combination matte&high gloss paper. My advisor wan rather late, as usual so i went into his office for abit, which was down the hallway fromm y rom. I stepped back into myroom for a bit and he was in there. I said hi, and that was about it. The coures catalog was na online thing, pdf, nad I was using a womans slow computer to view it -making it very difficult. I was having a hard time getting the art pages to showup properly becasue it was going so slow.

After i left, I went some mall, knowing I was meeting Jo for lunch very soon. Very unfamiliar, but i knew where I was going in it. I walked behind a mentally disabled girl who started quoting simpsons loudly to herself when she heard someone we passed mention the show. I went into some gaming store, they were announcing that they had the PS2 there, but only for display, and to go ese it. I asked why they ddin,t have any in stock, and was handed one. I then asked for a box for it, which someone grabbed for me. I quickly apologized and told them I realized I didn’t have my atm card, and they likely don’t accept balls of pocket lint, and left the store. On the way out, I saw a guy writing on blackboards slowly, practicing his writing it seemed. There were tons of boards filled with his writing, all of which only said “blah” in cursive. I walked past it at first, then turned around to get a picture. I got lost on the way back, somehow, and by the time I found the boards, he had walked away and washed them clean. I swore rather loudly, and people turned their heads .

I started off being chased for the first part, then I think chasing after someone the second. I probably should have gotten out of bed when I woke up from this dream, but I didn’t want to spend the hour I had left to sleep typing when I had only been asleep about 30 minutes. Hopefully I’ll come back and add to this.

My work had changed around a great deal, I had to walk way around the place just to get to the timeclock to punch in. I had left early for some reason, and didn’t expect to be back- but whatever I did ended early. I was walking down a path and taking pictures of tornado looking cloud cylinders in the distance (Beth and I were talking about her tornado dreams last night). I then saw afew thin wormy white looking ones that were coming up from the ground. They would either fall over to the ground or dissipate when they got to about 3 feet tall. I took pictures of these as well. When I got to work, I realized I hadn’t clocked in earlier. I stood up from the floor in some room teaching a language to go find the timeclock in the hallways. When I found it, and grabbeb my card to insert into the clork, the woman teaching the language class asked me to do it somewhere else. I looked back, and was still in that room.

Later were driving trough some wooded area alot like where I was taking pictures before, seemed like it was me, jo, justin, and turner.. We were in a minivan drivinrg, and i was watching the sky. I had been watching and taking pictures. At some point I noticed Trevor and one of his frindns in with us as well. One if his friends said that Trevor was quietly something with or about me, and sadly I don’t remember what I said in return, but it was really mean. Saying it put a smile on my face. We parked in some lot near the edge of the woods and walked to turners house, to drop him off and switch cars. As we were getting into the car in Turners garage, I realized my camera was still in the other one, by the woods. Nobody liked either idea of me running back for it, or driving there quickly, nad I had to leave it.

I was in a boat with JoAnn, and decided to turn towards a house so that I could og underneath and get some guy. I paddled back with my hands. When I got to the house, I had a friend in a room there who made lockpicks. I asked him to make a tool, which I never ended up using. It was flat and had a square hook at one end. I picked a lock to get inside the room he was in, since he wouldn’t open it for me, and thanked him fro the tool as Jo and I rushed for the basement when someone said the guy was outside. Somewhere along the way Justin ended up being with us. The house was eerie and sortof mazelike, with hidden areas. There were doors that looked like walls that I had to push over and walk on. I looked out an open ground-level window to see if he was out there, and rushed away when I heard leaves russeling. Ig got to the bottom of the basement, and heard his voice talking on the phone. I was able to get very close to him in the dark room without him noticing, but then made a sound and he got up to see what it was. I grabbed a wood chisel from my back pocket to use as a weapon, and tried stabbing him in the chest as soon as he came into view. He screamed in pain, though the chisel didn’t pass through his breast plate, nad I stabbed him in the head when he tried grabbing me. I finally got him, stabbing in his temple. Jo and Justin came shorttly after and were freaked out.

I was playing hockey outside somewhere, and during a real hockey heocky teams game, i stole the puck and went out into a street corner with the puck, and tossed the thing inside a cage, which i then hopped into and scated in circles inside while taunting one of the players who came out. He got rather angry when I hopped in and out of the cage when he tried to get me or the puck, and got another player who also got rather annoyoed with me.