journal de rêve

Eventually, we arrive at the cabin. I start unpacking my things from the car. It’s hard to gather everything together, and I take awhile to get my things. I say goodbye and encourage them to text me if they’d like to hang out.

Later, I visit my professor. He’s in the dining room. I’m trying to speak in a cool and collected way. I ask him what the penalization will be for a late submission. He says the maximum I can get is 65 points. I misunderstand, and he reiterates his point. I accept it, and get back to work.

The baby bear jumps into the raft. I grab it and throw it back out. This happens a few times.

In the distance, I see wolves. I take out my phone to record. They come right up to the window. When I try to show the videos later, they're not on my phone. My mom says that she was able to capture some footage. She shows me a deer cam video of an enormous bear coming right up to the window.

There are little buoys that collect information that we throw out into the water. Eventually, we swim out to collect them. When they're brought to shore, the buoys print out a page of information. It's important to enter the correct keystroke combination, or the data will be corrupted.

Instead of a doormat, the house has a frosted sheet cake outside. I accidentally step on it on my way into the house. I brought a pink frosted cake, too.

After the presentation, we split into small groups. The two girls in my group wander off. I ask the counselor how old he is, and he says 26. I tell him I’m 26, too. He has an Italian greyhound who is jumping over his legs.

I am in a classroom. I pull out a huge study bible (the kind with the soft blue cover). I open it, and there are pictures of WCB and messages to me and my brothers, written by my Dad's old friends. I make a mental note to text Paul and Drew about it.

I'm running out of time. Madame V hints at the word "shakshuka" (like the middle eastern food?) and I quickly write it down.

I am walking with a 4th grade class. It is time to change classrooms, and there are many different lines of students in the halls. We must travel down to the level below, using a big metal coil (like at a playground, but bigger). The student in front of me falls and lands on a mat below. He's crying. I hurry down next to comfort him.

I watch a lyric video of BIGBANG rapping. I watch the lyrics play across the screen, and I'm impressed at how fast they can rap.

I'm at WCB. It's a winter night outside. I'm sad that it's the last week of retreats. I think to myself: "I've still got another season in me."

I'm a cast member of the Real Housewives. I am in a ballgown, in some kind of sunroom, crawling across the floor on all fours. Heather Gay tells me that I "won't be 28 forever." I think to myself, "I have to get cosmetic surgery as soon as I can."

Adam Sandler and I have a nice conversation, but he has a busy schedule. He starts to leave, and I ask if I can take a picture. He says yes. We walk together for a long time, through queue lines for several amusement park rides. I wish I had taken a picture earlier, while we were in the atrium, because the natural lighting is much better.

There are a few dogs in the kitchen. My backpack zipper is open, and tiny white allergy pills fall out all over the floor. I picked most of them up, apologizing to everyone in the room, but I'm worried I missed some. If the dogs eat any, it'll be all my fault.

My family is on vacation in Korea. I tell them about the restaurant we used to go to. I’m excited to read the menu in Korean. It’s far from our hotel, but I think it will be worth it. We will get dol sot bibimbap, cass, and noodles.