Weird dreams.

I suppose I should be thankful for them, especially considering the period of time when I didn't dream at all...but last night's was damn weird. It involved moving-in day at St. Olaf, into a dormitory that was a weird cross between Thorson, Manitou (Ytterboe, I guess), and a shopping mall, and a bunch of old college friends/acquaintences that I haven't seen, thought of, or in fact remembered in years. One of which was someone on my frosh floor whom everyone hated...

I realized it was a dream when I noticed that I was far more suave and debonair than I actually was at the time. Or ever. And, since I noticed it was a dream, it's now lodged in my memory unlike most dreams I've had. But I seem to recall I've had similar dreams before.

Huh. No more cold pizza before bedtime, I think.

(This has been a POINTLESS BIT OF RANDOMNESS. We now return you to your regularly scheduled whatever.)