The past two nights have been the first nights where I've slept really deeply in a few weeks. Per the usual, last night I had some pretty strange/vivid dreams.

-I was somewhere in a marketplace or something, and someone was selling me a pouch for water. It was almost hilariously identical to the ones referred to in the Bible. I bought it, and took it home with me, and somehow I modified my stuffed tiger by taking out all of his stuffing and putting the water pouch inside him. I filled him up with water and carried him around, struggling to hold him so that the water would stay inside and almost holding him like a real kitty. Then I turned him upside down, and for some reason, the dream me was astonished to see all of the water running out.

-Then I was in a school somewhere. It was a lot newer, neater, cleanier, shinier than any school I'd been in before. I walked around for awhile, and most of the classrooms were empty. I remembered that I had to go to this one auditorium to finish up some sort of project for a class I was in. All we had to do was inflate a couple balloons with helium for various members of our family, and the balloons were going to be judged based on how many we did and based on some sort of artistic quality. I got really confused on the subjectiveness because I couldn't understand what the old asian at the table was telling me. At one point it seemed like he wanted me to make 4 and have them be two sets of two different styles, but at another point it sounded like he just wanted two, and even on top of that I couldn't understand how balloons could be anything other than balloons - how would they have styles? After I got good and flustered, I started talking to the guy who appeared to be the TA for the class. He said he could write me down to do either 2 or 5, and apparently it would be safer for me to get put down for 2 and maybe do more than to be put down for 5. It also seemed like it wouldn't really matter what I did. After I got all situated and written down in his gradebook, I got ready to go. When I was about to walk out, I accidentally took a step toward him, and brought my arms up an inch or two. I caught myself and started to walk away, but he reached out and hugged me for a long time. He didn't look or act like anyone I know in real life.

After that I had another class, and it was supposed to be a class about terrible things. I don't know any better way to describe it. We were supposed to learn about awful, scary, gruesome...things...and then do something with the knowledge. That day the class was in another auditorium and we were watching some kind of movie. When I walked in, the movie had already started. For some reason, at first I sat in a seat near the front and off to the side a bit, and it was hard to see the screen. The flick was about taxicabs and the way they wreck and people die - there were some other topics mentioned, but I don't remember what they were anymore. After a few minutes, I decided I wanted to see more of the gruesome stuff going on, so I moved (for whatever illogical reason) to the very front row, in the exact center. When I got there, there weren't many seats open. I walked to one that looked like it would be okay, and all of a sudden the seat was a little pink chair/stepping stool thing. I couldn't see the screen any better (in fact, it was worse) and I was sitting in some embarassing little getup.

End of dreams.