So I had some dreams last night:

In one, I was at Fizz's house and his mom and dad were getting in a big fight and then his mom was moving out. I think she was trying to get us to help her pack. Either Mary or Julia had made this big poster thing. It looked really professional. Except it didn't seem to have any point to it. It was just a bunch of random pictures. One of them was a cute dog.

In another dream I was wandering around with a bunch of people down by the Home Depot / Staples / etc parking lot. It was wet, there were a lot of trees and a lot of mud, and I think there were whiny little kids. We were trying to climb up the muddy banks and climb over the fence to the road. I think we eventually gave up on that plan.

And there was this part where I was hanging out in front of my garage and Mr. Schwaegerl (or however that's spelled - he was my 10th grade English teacher for those not in the know. I often joked about how he taught out of a book called "How to write good", as the assignments he handed out had some pretty non-sensical sentences on them) was there and he was being kind of a jerk. Eventually I said to him: "You know, back in 10th grade I thought you were pretty cool, but right now you're just being a jerk", and then he started being nicer. Whenever a car drove by on Hammersley, these bright, colored stripes lit up on the road. Eventually I figured out that some other car had gone by earlier and left the stripes there, and whatever chemical they were made of gave off light when you ran over it.

Then I had to go to prison. But it had a swimming pool.

And I've made a new track: wy2m ('You Again'?)