I spent the weekend being sick. On Saturday I played Super Mario 2, on Sunday I played The Lost Levels and started playing Zelda 1, and on Monday I finished Zelda 1 (first quest, anyway). I also went for a little driving adventure with Fizz and Julia yesterday. We looked at Lake Waubesa and a dam by Babcock Park. It wasn't really very exciting. Partly because I was still having cold symptoms and didn't feel like talking or running around.

Last night I had some interesting dreams.

There were these two tall hexagonal buildings. The insides of them were made out of triangular and rhombus-shaped blocks. Each block was an apartment or part of the track for a train that went through the building. There was some religous significance to the way the lines (between the blocks) pointed. Somehow I got it in my head that the direction of the lines in the second building was wrong, that they should go northwest/southeast instead of northeast/southwest. And I was rearranging the blocks to make it so. The pope came by and, thinking that the lines were right before but wrong now that I had changed them, collapsed the building.

I was talking to Spock about it. One side of his nose was very wrinkly (in a nice, natural-looking way), but the other side..well there was no other side. It was just plastered to his face. I realized that they had make-upped him that way because they only needed to show the right side of his face anyway.

I had been visiting YC, but I was with a big group of people about my age (maybe Hoofers) on some kind of field trip. I was walking around the block where YC lived (not a block that I recognise from real life - the bridge that goes across the beltline was nearby, and so was the Sears tower), and a girl that looked sort of Indian came and started talking to me. She seemed really nice, and we jogged around the block together. That made me happy.

The 'Sears Tower' was an interesting place. Rather than being a single, solid building, the tower was a huge, tall shell with a miniature city inside of it, including several closely coupled (both to eachother and to the shell) skyscrapers. Down at the bottom of the tower it was much wider and more open, and there was a suburban neighborhood with hills, roads, trees and everything.

For some reason this group I was with was going camping up inside the tower. We each had a big box of stuff that we had to carry up to about the 10th floor, where we slid them all onto a few rows of shelves. Somehow I got the feeling that the boxes were all full of cans of Mountain Dew. And then at night we slept on some stairs that were open to the big space in the middle of the building and hoped the security guards wouldn't find us there.

I was hanging out with YC when we realized that Yoru had gotten lost outside somehow. So we went looking for her. I thought she had gone across the street and over the bridge and into the tower, so we went back in there. And we went up the stairwell because I thought that would be cool. After wandering around on the balconies for a while we went back down into the suburbs where it was night and started calling for Yoru. We saw some other cats wandering around on the streets, but they kept turning out not to be her. After a while I was alone. I walked away from the central part of the neighborhood that we had been searching in and as I walked I could see huge columns and pipes and wires going up from the ground and disappearing into the fog above me to support the building.

Eventually I came to a T at the end of the road I was on, and across the perpendicular road was a park. Becky was there and latched onto my leg. I kept walking into the park and almost got hit in the face by someone swinging their arm around. I then saw that I had walked right into a line of people doing a weird dance. Spock was there (still wearing his 1-sided nose), and I asked him what was going on.

Eventually I came back to YC's place and told her that I hadn't found Yoru, but it occured to me that even if Yoru had gone across the bridge (which we were pretty sure she had), there were other places she could have gone besides into the tower, and we should look there.

At one point I was out in a parking lot near the bridge, setting up tables for some sort of event we were having there. There was a bulletin board under a little roof over by Hammersley with pictures on it and some notes that I was looking at, thinking about would I rather be sitting at the table with my family (including Dawne and her kids) or with 'my group', which was about 4 kids that I don't recognise as being from real life but that in the dream I had worked with a lot before, maybe on a project in college.

Something felt all wrong this morning. I'm still a little bit sick, and the smells and feelings I was having reminded me of being a little kid, doing errands and going to the arboretum with my mom or sitting and watching PBS while she'd make me beanut butter and jelly and baloney and cheese sandwiches. It wasn't a a nice feeling because I know I don't belong there any more. I started feeling like I didn't really belong anywhere. I miss YC. I wish we were still together.

A few hours and several chunks of chocolate later (someone brought in a huge slab of dark chocolate that's sitting on the food table), and having gotten some little tasks out of the way, things felt somewhat better. I talked to Jaci for a while, and then I felt even more better. Yay for stimulants and AIM!

Ugh. Now I feel funny in a different way. Ahhhhhh.