magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

dreamt i was at some sort of concert. and there was some audience participation, and we all had guitars. then there was a demonstration or something, basically people showing off their narrow-mindedness, and some of my risd friends were part of it. it ended and they left, and i looked over at alex.h and said "some of our friends were part of that, i think we need some new friends." then i noticed that someone had been badly hurt, and i tried to help him, and then ran out looking for a phone to call for help. but every time i opened a door there was a short hall, or a vestibule, and then another door. after ten or fifteen doors i realized that i must be dreaming, and was able to slightly influence the course of the dream. but i tried to keep my awareness slightly unfocused, so as not to wake myself up.

after a short while i woke up anyway, an hour before my alarm was set to go off. but found out that my alarm wasn't actually turned on, so it was good that i got up.

spent most of the day in the beb. some painting. some reading. statics homework (for which i had to tutor a number of other people). jen and i didn't really speak at dinner. then did some research at the brown library with sarah for islamic architecture. a brief spin back to the beb. a stop by the mixed media office. and home.

the whole waking day in one paragraph. i'll try to me more interesting tomorrow.