magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i woke up this morning with a great dream to transcribe. but of course procrastination has faded it quite a bit. it was one of my dreams set at a surreal nmh. it was a large town, something the size of the umass or ut campus, but not all school related, and a few years in the future. in the dream it suddenly occurred to me that i was really in school full time, with five or six classes a day. i was headed to my guitar class, which was in the basement of a building that was at the same time both a big ten to fifteen story concrete thing and an old, cozy private school administration-esque kinda building. i realized that i had forgotten my books for my class after guitar and since there was no time between the two i thought i should go to my apartment/dorm/whatever to get them.

there was also something with mysticism. in sixes, i believe. but my brain could be completely fabricating that.

and i remember clearly, as i was waking up, a dream in the format of a news story about how coca-cola was buying out pepsico.

more work today. guitar class. acting class. more work. i really feel like i'm kinda slipping in my schoolwork. i guess that's an upside to the end of things. i'll have more time to dedicate to studying, painting, practising guitar.