crazy dreams

had some weird dreams last night.
spent half of the night getting lost on some dark streets driving in my beetle. took wrong turn after turn until finally i gave up and parked the car and wandered around a strange woody, hilly neighborhood. ran into a group of people that had just finished the first morning half of a power-up management training class. tom dewire was among the group, we chatted about some emails i had sent the other night asking him for help and said that he wasn't sure he could help me or how he could help. i didn't remember sending him the email in the first place. we both srugged it off with a 'whatever'. julie weinstein was part of the group too. as were a few other people i recognized. i wasn't wearing any shoes and the path was grassy and muddy. something small and dark hit my bare foot as we climbed and i stumbled and fell face first into a muddy clump of dirt. it felt like a whole cup of dirt was poured into my mouth and down my throat. i hacked and spat but couldn't get it out. every time i did, it regenerated. great. now everyone on campus will know me as the 'dirty mud mouth dude'. "Can someone give me some water please? so i can rinse this out" someone handed me a water bottle. then i woke up.