Last night I dreampt that I was moving back into the dorms in Platteville. The room was one I had never been in before. A-Day was going to move in with me, too, but hadn't arrived, yet. I was setting up my bed and realized that we could make better use of space if we got a loft for A-Day's bed, too, so I ordered one from the burly bed set-up man who was passing by. By the end of the dream I was getting everything set up really nicely. There was soft orange lighting in the room. It felt like it was going to be a nice place to stay.

I was driving south on Gammon, past Denny's (on my left) and West Town mall (on my right). There was new construction all along the road. 3 and 4-story apartment buildings were going up all around, even on the median, making the road feel very closed in. As I drove south the buildings started crossing overhead, so that the road went into a tunnel. As far as I could tell, the building was made entirely of wood. Then I was up inside it, on the 4th floor. It felt very rickety. When I walked around I could feel the floor sway under my weight. I ran into Sara Byrnes up here. She was installing bathroom fixtures.

There was a dream I had earlier in the week which was also about parts of Madison being very built-up, but in this one things were much more sturdy. I was some kind of businessman, and I spent most of my time traveling through tunnels between underground parking garages. At one point I was driving along a highway in a fancy car with some friends. Maybe Fizz, Atticus, and A-Day. We were talking about going home and playing Wii.

In another dream, maybe the same night, I was visiting some restaurants at the top of a building. It felt like this building was somewhere near Edgewood.

Before that, I had a dream that some ugly (but very rich) mexican guy was showing off his car-plane to me. We ended up crashing in a river. Fortunately, the car seemed to function as a boat, too.

Prior to that, I had a dream that I was walking along Whitney Way near the bus transfer point when a bunch of ambulances went by and someone gave me a pile of stickers to put on trees. I guess we were having a war or something, and they needed a place to treat the wounded. So I put these reflective stickers with arrows on them on some trees to point people where they needed to go.

Then I was on a train, riding by the same area. I was reading a magazine with a short story by Neal Stephenson in it. Even his short story was taking me a really long time to read.

Before that there were even more dreams that I started to write down but never finished, but I'm not going to try to finish those, now.

Here's a cool picture I took on Tuesday, included just to make this entry stand out a little bit.