Well, that was an odd one

You know how you're not supposed to be able to read things in your dreams? Or taste them? Yeah... oops? I'll blame it on lack of sleep.

So, the first part I remember is being crammed on this bus with a bunch of people, which doesn't surprise me because that's exactly what I did on the way to Harry Potter and back... but we were going to some sort of strange warehouse place, and at some point I ended up raking my front yard. Then I walked around these buildings and all of a sudden I was in a neighbourhood that looked a lot like Pilsen. Only one of my friends from high school was there, and I was talking to her as I walked around this building that was had a big painting on each wall of a sort of female Hughes in different outfits. We were talking about high school or something, and then I had to go get back on the bus. I know there was a lot of stuff in between, but I can't remember it right now... this is just a way to lead up to the really weird part.

So, I get back to the dorm and my one roomie who's not in Philly this weekend is there, and she tells me that we've got a new roomie. (I don't know why we had a new roomie... maybe they decided to make this a quad because we have four dressers or something). So I say hi to her and such, and she doesn't know much English because she's just come over from Japan. She's also not actually attending the university. I think she had a translator with her. At some point it occurs to me that I'm rooming with Hiromu Arakawa, and the first thing that crosses my mind is that the new chapters are going to be drawn in my room, and how awesome that is. Then I realize I'm going to have to wait for the English translation anyway. At some point her translator brought in some fresh bread. She was joking about how much more she made a month than me as she cut up the bread, and there was some bad pun involved, and then she offered me some of the bread. Which was really, really good. And apparently also "peanut bread" that can't be purchased in the US. I'm not supposed to be able to taste things in my dreams, anyway! (It tasted like some sort of strange honey-wheat bread, no idea where that taste would come from.) It was also still warm. So I sat down at my computer and wondered why I hadn't bothered to brag to the internet about how Arakawa-sensei was my roomie now, found a good string of replies somewhere that would be a good spot to point it out, and I opened up my e-mail and I'd been metaquoted for something I'd said earlier as a reply to the same thread. Then I felt bad about telling the internet that I was rooming with her, since that was sort of an invasion of privacy.

Oh, and while I was on the bus I remembered a part where becada422 and I were in our sophomore history class... and no one else was there, so our teacher was really excited and giving us the whole of history condensed into a poem he'd written. That was made up entirely of movie taglines. (I remember that he used ones from Highlander, and Star Trek, but not much else.) We managed to wait until he was almost done to make fun of him, though. He was quite proud of it.

So there. Weird dream. And you also learn an essential bit of my character... that if I were rooming with Hiromu Arakawa, you would only know if you were on my friendslist, now that I've learned my lesson.

Oh and... yeah, Harry Potter last night was good. But I'll write something useful once I'm back from class and a bit more awake.