back to college

I was going to college again. I started walking to the bus stop to catch the school bus, and on my way there, I realized it was St. Patrick's day and other people were wearing green. Dang! Then I realized I was wearing my green bathrobe, so everything was fine. Once I got to campus, I headed straight for the library. Amy was the librarian! She worked in the middle of a spiral formation, like a secret stairwell that went underground. She had a lot of little things stored down there, and she brought me to see all her coins. Every time someone had to pay a fine, they had to use quarters, nickels, and dimes, and all the money went straight to Amy for her own library account. Next she showed me this glass room many stories high, and lots of people were studying in there, including my dad. I hunkered down to do some schoolwork for a while.

After that, I explored this abandoned building on campus, and for the rest of the dream, I was helping a crew set up for an art show. That was a lot of boring work. Then I woke up and went to work.

by KT

Car Seat Couch

Some strangers wanted to borrow the backseat of my car to use as a couch in their apartment. I was into the idea, provided I could put it back in the car whenever I needed it.

Attack of the Gnomes

I'm in a large dilapidated house, and it's my job to strategically place minuscule, yet fully functional, cannons about the house to defend against an imminent attack by tiny, gnome-like creatures. The gnomes, about the size and shape of eggs, appear utterly benign. I soon realize that they are entering through a particular window, so I abandon the cannons and work on building a wall in front of the window to block their point of entry. For neglecting my cannon duty, I am reprimanded by a portly military gentleman.

Seriously considering the possibility that I may perish in the ensuing battle, I decide to make a break for it -- either by hiding in the attic or leaving the house entirely.

Zombie Cat

The other night I dreamt that I was at my parents' house, and my childhood cat Beanie showed up in the backyard, apparently forgotten for years. His body was covered in moss and barnacles, and to my alarm there was a gaping hope in his side, through which I could see into his stomach (a dark hollow space). Although he seemed to be functioning despite the hole, I started freaking out about what I should do. Take him to the vet? Call my mom? Unfortunately, my mom was on the moon and unreachable by phone.

Skeleton Hands Barbie, and other dim recollections.

Details are vague, but this morning I awoke from a dream where I was in some sort of animated film that featured a modified Barbie doll with plastic skeleton hands glued on where its real hands should have been.

Also, last week I had a dream that I was watching from above as Arthur got into our car and started it, only to have it roll backwards down a hill and crash into a parked car, which flew off like a billiard ball. Arthur was ok.