I dreamt that I was spending too much time thinking about metaphysics and it was depressing. Somehow the earth's 'image' had been shifted away from its 'shell' by a few feet, so depending on where in the world you were you'd either be walking several feet off the ground or several feet under it, or right on top of where it apparently was a few feet away. And there was this tower in Chicago with a red grating around that you could walk on, but with big holes in it. One side was really easy to get up on but the other had a fence in front of it.

I was going to go on a trip with some folks from Hoofers. We were going to camp at Devil's lake. We only had one large tent though, which was mine. I suggested that we all bring shovels and dig out sort of a fort in the ground. Big John seemed to like that idea. I remembered the time I wanted to dig a hole near the golf course.

I was biking down Flad and I passed some other bikers. One of them was mad at me because he thought I was too obsessed with video games. He told me that he didn't know the difference between WoW and OwHalo (he told me this with graphical symbols - the "Halo" was in a square the same size as the "W" or the "O").

I was spraying water into the front yard. There were some bare spots of dirt and I figured they'd grow better if I made them wet. Some of them had credit-card-sized little ditches that I had dug with a spoon while waiting for a bus on other days.

A-Day and I have to check out of this place by 10:30. I'm going to go see what he's up to. Maybe showering or changing clothes, which if he is I probably should also.