saturday morning. and I have wierd dreams

I have wierd dreams. And I've dreamt like, every night since I've been here. I woke up a few times last night, so I think That's why my dreams were so disconnected, but I think the first one was:

It was an imporv workshop, and like, 40 kids showed up. kids, not PLU students. But it was a performance or a reherasal or something for PLU, so Paul and Travis (I don't know why travis was leading the workshop, but he was) ended up leaving. But these kids were complaining about how they needed to leave to go get food, so I was like.... well, are you here to ead or do improv? And this one girl was like, do improv, but I've gotta make spaghetti and fish, which take a long time. So I think I ended up making them Spaghetti or something. So they all sat on tarps eating their spaghetti. And for some reason we were all at my church.

Another part of my dream was like.... at a band thing, and Ben Roetchisender was there. I havent heard about or thought about the Roetchisenders in 4 years. Oh well. So then there were these candy canes that I was stealing and taking, and was being chastized for taking so many. But they ended up being games you put onto your phone. Wierd, I know.

Another thing that was all connected was like.... we were a group of people, indians or something, and we were down on a beach. We were trying to open these umbrellas but not catch them on fire, because the thing we were standing under was on fire, or something. This was a mix of people who I felt I was familiar with, but the only person I could actually recognize was maybe Henry and Kingsley. Anyway, we were trying to get on this train thing, so we had to make up a chant and then tie palm leaves or ferns around ourselves. I have no idea. Anyway, we got to the train, and we had to sit/lay down with our feet hidden. I was very bad at that. And then we got on the train and one of the crew members jumped off, or around and someone was like "He's your guy, stop him" and out of nowhere pulled out a gun and this guy came around the corner and I shot him as he shot me. So then I'm telling whoever to tell everyone that I love them, And I'm dying, and fall onto the ground, and I can taste the blood or whatever, and somewhere in my subconsious I tell myself that I'm probably just dreaming, and can open my eyes if I want to. So I opened my eyes and I was in bed.

Wierd.

I do feel better today though. my throat is still sore, but it doesn't hurt as bad when I cough, and I think my fever broke. so maybe I'll get to go do stuff today.

It's valentines day. "I hate it".