This is reality:

I woke up, ate my raisin bran, got back in bed and started thinking…we should have gyms where the people on the machines make the electricity! Then I thought even better would be every household would have bike/treadmill/elliptical etc that powered their own house and then that would solve obesity and energy waste. I thought I was so smart and I told Alex and he shot down my idea, so I looked it up and I guess somebody already had that idea because there are a few gyms that are trying to do that already…THEN! I remembered this dream I had last night:

I am pacing back and forth in a gym. There are tons of people treadmilling away. It is cloudy, grey and cold outside. Suddenly all the power goes out and all the running people give exasperated sighs. Some people start counting to themselves. Then there is a crack of lightning, the power starts up and everyone is running again.

Weird huh!

Ok, here are the others last night:

I walk into a large room and there is a whale on its back in this shallow tank/like a kiddy pool. I walk up to the whale and want to touch it but im scared. This lady comes up to me and starts telling me all the facts about this particular whale. This whale is very rare and special because it has feathers. Sort of like penguin feathers on the outside. But this whale was split down the belly exposing its inside and there was much more soft and beautiful plumage in there. I ran my hand along its coral feathered ribs and down along its raven black spine feathers. I wanted to curl up inside that whales belly and take a nap. I had to move along though. When I was walking away, the whale flopped over and bounced itself into a large tank right next to it to swim.

(Lots of whale dreams lately!)

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I am in a schools welding shop sitting at a desk. The teacher passes out a packet to everyone. I look down and see that it is a very advanced math test…well shit; I am going to fail this one. I attempt the first problem…I remember the numbers 14, 144, 104 and -4

The answer I produce is 100

OK! I got the first one…it might be right

Then the teacher reminds us that we can use our practice packet we had for homework weeks ago. Oh no…how will I find this packet. I can’t ever keep my papers strait! I start digging through binders and eureka! The practice packet! It is a replica of the test and I copied this homework from a smart kid so I think I will ace it. I get to a problem in the packet that isn’t finished so I read it over and over to try and make sense of it. I remember the numbers 9 9 9. I ask the teacher if she could explain the problem to me in a different way and she reads it and realizes that she had made an error so she tells the class to skip that problem

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Here are some snippets of dreams from a few nights ago that I was too lazy to write down:

-I was a chimp that lived in a mall and I loved sponge curlers

-I had a baby girl

-Beautiful women carried around huge guns in cases, they would set their guns up and shoot random people, pack up, then move along

-I walked from Ireland to Colorado on some sort of long journey pub-crawl

-I create something that will save the world or destroy the world and I call it the tri-cube

-I was walking through the woods and someone snuck up on me and slit my throat, I was losing blood fast but I might survive if I get help. I run home and find my sister Juliet. I tell her to call 911 and she just sits there. I can barely talk and I feel myself slipping. I get so angry that she isn’t helping me and I grab the phone to call 911 and it connects to my mom’s answering machine. I am so confused and I look at Juliet questions in my eyes, then I realize that its all a set up and Juliet was the one that slit my throat. With all my might I fumble outside and there is a sheriff there and I point to my throat and collapse in his arms.