Dreams. My nickname's not Dreamy for nothing. I love dreaming (might be because I love sleeping... I am addicted to sleeping and dreaming... real and day dreaming). So believe me when I say HOLY CRAP. What a wierd dream.

I have wierd dreams alot, but this was wierd even for me.

I dreamt that I was naked at school. Ohh, talk about a dream prototype, a dream that we've (the collective we, the humanity we) been having since probably the dark ages. I can just see knights dreaming that they were on a battlefield and *poof* no armor. Of course the Scots were pretty much used to running around half naked, those wily highlanders. BUT this was different.

First, I was in creative writing class and we were watching my teacher perform not so amazing magic tricks for us. We were also awed by the sheer enormity of her book and bric a brac collection, which included shrunken heads, etc. Her knowledge of mytgological creatures was staggering. In short, she was amazing. Oh yeah, and I was naked. Wrapped up in a dark sheet or some sort of robe, I was conciously naked and yet instead of filling me with dread it made me feel comfortable. It was a wierd sort of existential "be one with the class" "have an experience" kind of way. I grokked naked. It was cool.

And then the unthinkable happened. I was in a different professer's class, one who intimidates the hell out of me. Nice. But I was still naked and we were still doing well. UNTIL... I started to fall asleep. Which put the teacher in a panic and as I was falling deeper and deeper asleep he was really trying hard to wake me up, he was terrified because he knew about my anemia and seemed to think if I fell asleep I would be in danger.

c'est la vie.

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