Funky dream

Oh well, today the quarter officially starts. We have a scheduling meeting to go to at 5:30, but that is about it. Classes don’t start til tomorrow but Spring Break is officially over. We didn’t do anything. We went shopping and to the movies. That is about it. But you know what? That was A-OK with us. We slept so nicely and for so long that we’ve almost recooperated from the lack of sleep of last quarter.

Shalea is gone and she is probably home (if not on her way home) right now. Oh! And she got into the Masters/Credentials program here! So she gets a break right now and comes back at the end of July to start her 13 month program. Now we have this girl named (ironically) Hannah who is moving into the room that Holly left for Shalea that now Shalea left. I say ironically because Hannah was Shalea’s first roomate. I dunno, just thought that was amusing.

Hey! I had a very vivid and active dream! And I kinda remember it! Here goes:

For some weird reason, we were repelling down a cliff (I’m afraid of heights), and I hadn’t started yet. My friend (i don’t know who it was, but I can remember it was a guy) was already down the rock when he started yelling up saying that the rope was too short and he was tuck halfways down. I don’t know anything about repelling (even how you spell it!), so just bear with me. For some reason, he was too tired to pull himself up or something, so I tried pulling him up (perhaps with some help). Then a strong wind picked us up and blew us away for miles and miles, the three of us were dangling from what I remember to be a parachute. We were scared, but not as scared as we should have been. No one was around, it was only us dangling over the ocean for hundreds and hundreds of miles. So we end up somewhere in South America (actually, I think Central America). A lot of stuff happens, but I don’t recall very much of it. I just know that I got separated from my two friends and that I end up running around these houses that are built like a maze in some poor beach town. I think I was trying to take cover because there was a storm and the waves were starting to flood the town and I had nowhere to go. I was lost in Central America by myself. So I run around looking for a phone hoping I can call my mom collect, but nobody offers me any assistance.The more I look the less I want to call because I get a major guilt trip and for some reason think that my mom will be dissapointed in me for ending up in this predicament (?!). I have no cash, but for some deal (that I can’t remember the details for) I get on a train and leave the place. As we leave, I can see the town in the distance and notice that the volcano in the town has been rumbling and stuff and that it was about to go off. I get worried about my friends and this guy who let me on the train tells me not to woryy because they already left. So we keep going and going all the way north and get to this little beach town and I get off. I walk down to the beach and notice that off the pier/deck, about 10 people are hanging out in the water like if it was a beach (it wasn’t, it was right off the docks). My mom and sisters were among the people and so were the two friends that I had become separated from. All I can remember is that for some reason, my mom gets mad at me for something and I get out of the water (oh, yeah, I jumped off the pier). That is as much as I can remember.

*sigh*

That is all for now. I have to work on my schedule and stuff for this week and the quarter and I have to figure out where I am gonna take that stupid genetics class this summer.