YC stayed over last night because we meant to bike over to elver park and watch the sun come up in the morning. We were really tired and didn't do it. I slept on the floor and woke up a lot and had dreams. I dreampt that A-Day was having a big party and all his relatives were there and I was probably trying to take pictures of everybody. I was talking to one of his aunts about how you could easily invent your own Def Leppard song because all Def Leppard songs sound about the same anyway. There was this building full of hippies that was made of white rooms. There was spaghetti sauce everywhere, and this guy wanted to clean it up. They were trying to weird him out by saying they could see him through the walls (they were pretending the rooms in their building were connected strangely), but he didn't really care.

YC and I biked to Widen and she told me about a dream she had. I was 50 or 60 and had gray hair and was wearing a business suit. We were riding in the back seat of my Lexus to the airport because I had to get a meeting. She was normal.

I have this problem with my camera that whenever I want to be taking small pictures I have it set to take large ones and whenever I want large ones it's taking small ones.