>Every time I miss class it seems to be due to a dream. I fall back asleep and have the most interesting dreams, and Fitzi usually ends up snuggling — so it’s a double whammy not to get up 😉

I was at an outdoor party, in a field. There were crates of soda, big plastic molds of turtles and other animals (for tracing?), and clothes. The music was bumping, I was having a good time… I had a turtle mold and it got put under some crates that were holding up the turntables. I thought “OK — that’s cool, I’ll just get them at the end of the night.”

Well — I never got them in time, I caught them after they had already moved the turntables inside and my turtle was nowhere to be found. There was also an issue with a vendor losing their shirts from behind the wall. People had pulled off a panel and had been stealing shirts all night. I felt sorry for the girl responsible for selling them.

It was a weird dream, at the end of the night a lot of people jumped into the “karaoke bus” a Grayhound bus with TVs and microphone. The guy in front of me was singing, however, but the sound came from the bus itself. It was “the old hiphop bus song” which doesnt’ really exist, but it was rather involved and this guy knew all the words. It sounded very old school… I guess I made it up, but I never know with these dreams. There’s way too much detail sometimes =]

There really wasn’t a point other then me losing my turtle mold, and the t-shirts.

Oh! At the end there were snow capped hills and sleds, the guy I was racing tried to drive a taurus that was on the side of the hill… he was going to barrel it down the hill — but since he couldn’t start it he just grabbed a sled. I won, but only because he never really moved when someone shouted go, he came down slowly afterwards. I had a fun little ride down the hill.

Odd, very odd.