Well before I forget completely, I had a dream last night. I was in high school, though I did not recognize the school I was at. I was outside somewhere, I think along a concrete wall. I was playing an electric guitar with some people. Next thing I know, I am walking on a road vaguely remsembling Pomerado Rd, which leads to my mother's house. I had walked for miles and I realized I left my guitar at the school. I also left my new camera and a laptop. I wondered whether to walk home and get my car and drick back (and I didn't have a car in high school), or walk back to school.

I think I walked back home. There were a bunch of chocolate cookies and brownies on the table in the dining room. My dad was there. I took a big stack of brownies and heated them up in the microwave. My dad told me I am eating too much.

Then I feel depressed because I left my stuff at school. The next thing I know, I am at a dorm or something, looking for my stuff. I go into some guy's room. A guy in a football uniform comes in and pushes me against the wall and says 'get out of my room'. He said some other things I forgot. Then I am on the floor and there are more people there. One guy has my camera and he's using it to take a picture of his friends. The camera in the dream is not the actual camera I have.

Now I am back home again, and my mom tells me my friend Sebastian's mother found my stuff somehow. I am looking at a laptop on the kitchen counter.

I am in the dining room, and my childhood friend Ben walks in the back door. He has not aged from when I last saw him like 10 years ago. He says he needs a smoke and walks out the front door. I followed him outside. Now I had a truck, and he a had a truck with a really short bed. He parked in front of me so that his truck was touching mine.

At this point I think I woke up. Dani had just come back to bed, and I told her I had a dream. She mumbled incoherently and fell asleep.