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[evilhippo]

Ah, it's the morning, and you know why I'm writing. I'm not sure how well I'll be able to retell my dream from last night, but I'm going to try, goshdarnit. I think it started that my dad had taken me to Chicago. We were wandering around the main buildings, and ended up in the lobby of what I assumed was Blackstone or Broadview or something, and everything was poorly-lit and made of leather and wood. We kept wandering around, and all sorts of people in the lounges were staring at us. We finally ended up in one of the rooms that they use for all the receptions, and one of the university heads was there with his secretary, and they were making copies of this poster with smiling happy college students on it, and themes for different days of Orientation. There wasn't a theme for the first day, but I could see on the poster that the second of September was the children of faculty day. The posters were being copied from a tiny piece of paper magnified three hundred times, and they wondered why it was so grainy. They were making copies of picutures of Johnny Depp on the other one, and I kept picking them up and giving them to my mom (who suddenly appears in this dream here for no other reason than to accept pictures of Johnny Depp). After that, I somehow ended up in this hallway where three of the professors were planning on hangliding out the window. They were all trying to one-up each other. First, one guy stuck his head out of his door and said that the wind was going northeast. Then one of the girls picked up her trash can and let all the paper fly through the air so everyone could see exactly the way the wind was blowing (all of this took place in the hallway, and not out the window like someone would logically expect. Someone else got a lot of little bits of paper or styrofoam or something, and let them fly, and they flew in a totally opposite direction (around the corner of the hall on the other side). They were all confused by this, and two of them left, and I was in this adjacent room with the trash-throwing lady, and there was a big wind-reading machine there. I realized that the whole thing was wrong, because in hallways wind is magnified and twisted, and the simplest thing to do was to reduce it down to numbers, and the wind could be put into the numbers 973501 (or something similar to that). We ran it through the computer, and it was right. I felt like I had proven my right to be there, and then I went down into the basement, where there was this subway station. My Ithaca friend and her guy-friend were down there, too, and we kept getting on the wrong train, and riding around in circles. We looked at the map, and there were only three lines (A, B, and C) that went in both directions. C was way off on the side and went in almost a straight line. We were supposed to be on B, and we got on it going the wrong way and planned on staying on until it turned around, but somehow we ended up on C, and we had to get off and jump over this tiny hole in the floor to get back on and go back to where we started. I finally got out and onto the higher ground, which looked like the outside of my high school. There was a class of football players rapelling down the side of the gym and into a deep pond. One of my mom's friend's daughters was standing in front of the school raving about how the class had made her like gym again. I got in my car and started driving home, and by then it was dark. It was sort of foggy out, and there was this one part of the road that was like a huge cloud, but it only came up to my wheels when I drove through it. I realized I was going the wrong way, and I turned around in this strange driveway. I accidentally pulled out in front of an oncoming Jeep, but they stopped for me and I eventually got home. My house looked like this strange cabin sort of thing. I walked inside and no one else was home, so I wandered around a bit. The cat was there, and he was acting all suspicious. I went down the steps to the basement, and there was a little baby bunny rabbit on the steps, and it was too afraid to run away from me. I picked it up, and took it down the stairs the rest of the way to the door outside, and there was a hole in the bottom where it must've gotten in. I looked around outside, and my mom and sister pulled up and got out of the car. My sister said that she'd brough me a present, but I woke up and didn't get to see it.

I drove my sister to her first day of high school, and though she tried to get me to turn around and tell mom that she had a seizure or that the baby was coming and she was afraid she wouldn't make it through the day (too many soaps for her) she did go in. Maybe she won't mind high school as much.

Oh! And to put down in the list of stupid things I've heard other people say in public... this one is right up there with "I have to pee so bad my urine hurts!" I was trying on ironic shoes at Kohls, when I heard this two girls going on about these cute sandals they had found. One of them complained that they didn't have them in her size. The other said "What's your size?" "Seven and a half" "Oh, all they have is seven point five." "Yeah, oh well. Let's go look at those pants again." They sort of reminded me of the girls I saw in Kauffmans once that had a conversation that could have been ripped from some cheesy advertisement: "Ugh, I want to go someplace that isn't so wanna-be." "We need to go somewhere that's trendy and cute!" At this point they all looked at eachother, giggled, and said, almost in unison "Charlotte Russe!" and then they left. There is no explaining the behaviour of preppy suburban girls. None at all.