Some dreams from lately:

I was working two jobs. Adam was my boss at both of them. That seemed a little odd.

Some other stuff, and I was up on the farm, and we had cooked some chicken to eat, but then when I opened my metal food box the chicken was somehow still alive. Apparently no worse for wear other than being sweaty and featherless This feels more disturbing now than it did at the time.

I was going to grad school in Platteville. Fizz did grad school, so I guess I should be able to survive it. But I'm like 15 years older than he was when he started, and Platteville would be very lonely this time around.

I was telling someone about how I missed wilderness canoe camping. They said something about there's always the Fall Colors trip. I was like "it's not the same."

Something about...it seemed like we (me, Sara, Marilla, cats) were riding around on some rickety (maybe a bunch of aluminum gridbeam or pipes lashed together) vehicle which maybe travelled along some narrow tracks. Currently we were stopped at some platform. Alice was climbing around way up high on the beams and I had to get her down.

The disturbing parts feel linked to that they're chopping down more big chunks of forests around here.