magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

in my dreams last night, sam had taken this really cool photo of melting snow on a sidewalk or something, and then i was with his photography class in some little courtyard between buildings. over the course of the dream, and in and out of the bits between hitting the snooze bar this morning, things became more and more organized into symmetrical squares, both physically and thematically.

i felt terribly claustrophobic driving into work this morning. i don't think the two things are related.