Weird Dreams

"Last night, I had the strangest dreams..."
--The Postal Service, "Sleeping In"

I have the strangest dreams when I'm at home. I don't know what it is about the Tifton environment. The only thing I can surmise is that I sleep more at home than I do at Shorter. So, anyway, already this season I have already dreamed that I have stabbed my father, skipped all of my exams, and gone surfing.

Last night, I wrecked my car.

I was driving down Broad Street in Rome, GA in my car. I was conscious that it was in its current condition. It was night time. When I hit the city limit, though, I couldn't see anything. My eyes watered up and my car started going incredibly fast. Eventually, so that I wouldn't hurt anyone else, I veered my car into a ditch. When I woke up, it was daylight. My car was up an embankment, and Pearson, the Physics professor at Shorter, and the couch squatter were helping me out of my car. It was odd to see them there, because I consciously knew that they didn't belong to a rescue effort.

Odd. I have this sort of dream all of the time.