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OK, so maybe I'm being a little unfair about the roommate thing. We just don't see eye to eye on a lot of major things, and I was frustrated. I didn't have the time to explain what is going on (I don't right now either), and at the time I thought a good summary of the happenings was, "My roommate is a snob/bitch." Blah.

Mood: That body-feels-good feeling that comes from breathing so deeply in sleep

I just woke up from a nap.
Here's my dream:
I was back in high school again, I think just visiting, but it was a different high school- old with tall ceilings, narrow hallways, and a kitchen at the end of the long hallway on each floor. Blah blah blah, stuff happens, I seem to be friends with Lex Luthor and Clark Kent from Smallville (who happen to attend this school), then I am being chased by a faculty member (who looks strangely like my old integ. math teacher). This heavy frumpy woman has become some sort of monstrously voracious thing- her mouth stretches huge and hungry- terrorizing and eating students. Suddenly, she spots me and I guess I must be especially tasty because here she comes. Naturally, I have the Spiderman-like ability to crawl up near the hallway ceilings, supporting myself with my hands braced on either wall, and propel myself away. So this crazy ravenous woman who keeps getting fatter and fatter chases me on each floor down a long hallway and up the stairs past the kitchen to the next floor to be chased again, and as I pass by each kitchen where kids are inexplicably at lunch, I notice worriedly that the student population is progressively dwindling. At top of the stairs on the third floor, I am suddenly in some kind of airport. There are a long row of employees behind counters in the giant room, and the stairs have now become escalators that go all the way down far below to the large exit openings on the ground floor. I am not being chased by the fat woman anymore, but I don't seem to notice. I run to the top of one of the escalators. In my hands, I have mysteriously acquired one of those black leather covers for spare tires you see mounted on the back of SUV's. Some luggage-carrier guy notices me and urges me not to go down that way, something about "it's for airport personnel only", but I don't listen. I back up a ways, then make a run for it, and holding the black leather thing over my head like a small parachute, I take a leap. Oh, I forgot to say that in a lot of my dreams, I can sort-of almost fly- like maybe an extended, "falling with style" glide. So I float/soar down, down, and out the garage-like opening to the outside, where I promptly have to dodge a bunch of grounded commercial airplanes. One is just about to take off, but luckily I pass it by unscathed. I continue gliding into an area with tons of fields and a few rows of those tall trees farmers use to buffer the wind. The sky is so open and full of giant white puffy masses of clouds, and I want to stay airborne and fly up into them, so I try to, but I can't make myself rise, I can only continue slowly falling to the ground.




That's it. I wake up just in time to go to bed at a decent hour.