I had lots of cool dreams last night. When I woke up this afternoon I wrote them all dow on a piece of paper and told Ma about them. I really don't feel like writing them down, now, though.

• Either me or some guy was for some reason going to this private school. It was maybe Catholic or something. One day, in order to eat lunch, they canoed down this river (cupping your hands under you to make a canoe worked surprisingly well) to the cafeteria. Me/guy threw berries over the counter when he got there, and made a mess. When the whoever was in charge of us came in, he insisted that he hadn't done it, and wondered about what would happen if they decided it was he who had done it, anyway.

• Some guy was being kidnapped by a trucker. They were going down Highway 45, which I don't know about the real highway 45, but this one seemed to be the same highway we took to get down south in that alien dream in which I had to slice up Tammy Baldwin. I was following them and talking to the guy who was being kidnapped. I told him to head up to the front of the truck and look in and see if there was somebody driving. So he did, and saw that there was some guy driving. They turned off into this city, and they went off on another freeway behind some buildings and I lost them. I was hanging out and found some people that I knew. Like they were from WISPIRG or something. I was trying to show Fizz how to use the crappy transmission for the truck I had built. It seemed to be made out of tinker-toys, and one part was held together by jamming a pencil tip into a little round hole. You had to be careful not to twist it too hard.

• And also there was the dream where me and Fizz were running out by Riley or something (except it was all different and stuff. The bike trails in my dreams are rarely anything like the one in real life, though they often resemble the other dream bike trials). There was this store that sold paint and we were trying to buy materials to build a tent. For some reason I ended up standing around on Gilbert with a lot of other people trying to advertise this store to passing traffic. We had some fancy plastic yellow signs but I ended up making abunch of signs out of Woodman's bags, too. I kept forgetting the name of the store.

  "Honk if you like Sally Shingle's Paint Shop"

  Or whatever the heck the name of that place was. Some motorists showed support.

• And of course the dream where after finishing college I had to go back to 5th grade and I spent like 3 years sitting at the kitchen table finishing some stupid assignment from 5th grade and Ma kept telling me 'happy birthday' so I was like 13 when I finaly got done and then I was talking to my dad about holographic tiles CSB so I could implement some green ball fountain thing that I had just dreampt up. Later I was walking with Fizz trying to tell him about it but we kept getting interrupted and for some reason I was thinking that in the dream I had been sitting on the edge of a pit and Neil and Fizz had come over while I was doing that dumb assignment. And then some folks that we sort of knew from school (UWP) came by and picked us up at a gas station and I was eating some weird string cheese and chips and sour cream in the back seat and still truing to explain my dream to people.