those crazy dreams

not as bad as the last one, though. in fact, not really bad at all. just really weird. it was one of those dreams where you're at a location that you know really well... only it's not actually that place. if that makes any sense. anyways, i was at whitworth, only it wasn't really whitworth. the layout was way off. i don't remember much of it. i walked into the beej, changed clothes, and then walked out into the snow in bare feet and across to dixon, which was somehow right next door. and then i went into a science class that was beign taught by dale soden (who, as history/poli sci and science majors can probably tell you, does not actually teach science); there were several other recent grads there. didn't make a whole lot of sense. oh well. i'm gonna miss whitworth this fall. for those of you still there though, i'm planning on making it back to visit as often as i can.