Yes, that had an exclamation point. I'm actually excited. Woke up early, had my (new!) car key copied, and my (new!) apartment key copied. Went by CampPo for new key card, as mine went over the deep end on my run yesterday, with the lamination coming up. Started classes with Geography, which looks exciting, especially since Eilers seems passionate. Unfortunately fell asleep... going to have to work on that. Then went directly to Spanish, and Overstreet seems like such a nice lady, I'm looking forward to that, but it was hard to completely follow. A quick change to Birkenstocks from the 4-inch-patent-leather-green-lace-up booties and I was off to Sparks for an (invigorating?) first class of Human Anatomy. Looks tough, but it's stuff I want to learn about, and Junggi seems like a really cool guy. Then documentary-making, a small class of 6, reuniting with Opie. I realized that I probably talk like her, excited sometimes at the beginning of the sentence, then trailing off. I Must Get Better. 

Now, NIA!

I spent all semester learning about a man who thought that his dreas held signgicance for the next 48 hours of his living world. One time he thought it menat he was going to win at the casino, and he went and spent money, but didn't win. Here's where I'm bothered though:

I believe the night before last was about being in a tightly controlled school. But last night I just woke up from a dream where I was in a movie-like situation where it was almost like I saw the end and then it went back to show me how all these steps led to the tragic end, but I fled on a motorcycle, without a helmet, and then heard the police, which worried me without the helmet. All of this doesn't seem as significant as when I left my bike in the grass, and the group I met up with accidently flung a slightly burning piece of wood into the grass. Suddenly we see a little patch of grass on fire, and then see a tree on fire, and then things get out of control. Someone pulls out the tree/bush from the ground (logically becase it is so dry, dead, and deteriorated) so that we can roll it around on the ground and put out the fire in the branches. But the person, as they are taking at the tree and doing this, swings it around and lights the surrounding tall things on fire, which spring into flames immediately. We then know it's out of our control and try to call the fire station, but no one has the number. Apparently we're in Hawaii, and all the computers we have (as college kids always have their computers) isn't helping. Juno, Hawaii, as it happens. So I wake up seeing the wildfire carry itself into the distance.

The class expanded into us trying to lucid dream, which means take control of our dreams. I felt like I may have had one or two times in my dreams the last few days where I glimpsed at freedom, but I'm not positive. With this last dream though, it makes me feel like my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Wildfires bring thouhts of hopelessness, in this case-guilt, and danger. It affects me more deeply with thinking about the animals and ecosystems that get destroyed. 

Needless to say, for my Ecuador trip in a few weeks, I'm making sure I know the right people to call if things get crazy.

Do you ever feel like your dreams are trying to tell you something, or have you ever had an experience where you could control what happened in your dream?