lastnite: a dream journal

I promise not to kick you.

I tossed and turned quite a bit last night, and that definitely played a part in some of my dreams last night.

I flipped over, thinking to myself, "When I get to the next list item, I'll flip back over."

I had dreams about two different menu button designs.

I can't remember if this dream was from last night or the night before last: I was in a California Pizza Kitchen, trying to ring up a pizza by scanning the UPC code on the bottom of the box. I was the only one there; it was dark and rainy outside and I was working by various blue lights. I could have easily stolen the pizza, but I wanted to pay for it and I was trying to figure out the cash register. As I rang it up, the recipe for the item appeared on the screen. Then I realized I could steal the recipes (even though I couldn't ethically deal with stealing a pizza, stealing the recipes was fine) if only I could figure out how to print them out.

A teacher, somehow a combination of Anthony and Mac, was packing up his books and materials to leave the Center. I was helping him by reaching the books on the bottom shelf. I wouldn't let him take the Needlepoint for Children book because I had looked at it so many times when I was a kid. He said I could just keep it, as well as another book on color that was very cool. Just as What Wood Is That? has wood samples, it had paint samples and, I think, it had transparencies too so you could play with color mixing. We put his belongings in a white metal crate. Also in the crate was a small white stool that belonged to Pat, but Pat said she didn't want it anymore. She too was packing. I helped Anthony/Mac carry his stuff to his truck: when I went outside, I was in my old house's driveway. I set the crate in his truck. Then John Ritter, rolling two suitcases behind him, came out of the house to the left and headed towards the house on the right, wheeling his belongings across part of my driveway, I followed him into the neighbor's house (Nicole's) and he settled into the master bedroom. The master bedroom had three beds; five people lived there. Now that John Ritter was there, there were six people living in that one room. I suppose I was one of them now (I was included in that six) and I had to share a bed with someone. My cousin Barbara was there, and we decided we could share a full-size bed. I told her "I promise not to kick you on purpose, but I can't be held responsible for anything I do unconsciously." She agreed.

I had another dream about my cousin "Craig" (real name is Chris, but I guess I didn't remember that), but I only vaguely remember that he was there. We were on the mezzanine level of the McKnight Arts building. He was teasing me about something.