lastnite: a dream journal

Math test and lunch

The first time I've had this dream for a while: I had to reschedule a math test, and I had a list of ten people or so to contact to get everything lined up. See, nothing had worked out when I went to school to get it taken care of. There was a complicated mass transit system, and everyone was being pretty generous at letting others go in front of them on the people movers. But when I got to school, I could not find the department I needed. The violin teacher (a relative of Rita Hayworth's--an obvious audio bleedthrough from television) couldn't be found either because, as in an earthquake, her office was smashed into about an eight-inch high area. On a lower floor, there was a bunch of testing going on, and I got sucked into helping this girl with syllables and pronounciation. Then I went home to try and reschedule.

I fought with HTML layout.

Matt and I messed up our lunch plans. I was driving a van and he was driving the Tempo. I thought I was supposed to meet him (and a friend--Keith?) someplace, and when they didn't show, I went ahead and ate. I guess I was supposed to pick him up from "work."