Quickie version: I had a dream last night that I ran 6.5 miles, passed Professor Ross, and shouted to a Burton-esque man, “haha 6.5! They said I couldn’t do it” and kept running. Before that, I took a trip to St. Louis with all my people from HS in a single silver Ford Focus and met a gay couple in a hotel gift shop. I think these were partly spurred by talk of my 5-year class reunion in June (weird) and my friends’ 411 presentation.

In the first dream, I was with all my friends/acquaintances from HS. We were going on a trip somewhere. Joan from “Joan of Arcadia” was driving though. *shrug* somehow 8+ of us traveled in a single silver Ford Focus. Half of the dream, it was like I was watching a movie (sometimes Joan was in it). Like at one point I watched our car get pushed in to the river. We all managed to beam out of it prior.

We walked in to some hotel and down to an Italian restaurant in the basement. Some people weren’t happy about that. It was “too hot to eat down there.” I went upstairs to search for something cooler. I walked around the gift shop, looking for pamphlets and over to a huge window with a view of the arch & a Purdue-like bell tower beneath it. I was like, “hmm I don’t remember that there.” heh some random guy shoved a brochure in my hand. He offered to hang out with me as another man came up and put his arm through his (escort style). (Who meets a gay couple in their dream? Seriously) I told them I couldn’t because “we were going….going…to…umm…” Well, the fact is I had no idea, but I shouted, “oh umm north…maybe Iowa,” as I tried to think of neighboring states.

I walked back down to the restaurant, everyone was there, except there was one large table with my regular friends, a small table next with two on & off friends, and another table further off with the girls I really just didn’t like. I told the waitress, “oh I’m with this group…err or that one…” Apparently there was a fight, because someone was zipping/unzipping their sweatshirt and it annoyed the other girl, thus the table split. I thought, “This is why I don’t travel with girls” then more bickering at the big table started, and I shouted, “God dammit, can’t you all just shut up and get along?” I excused my language to the rest of the quiet, now staring restaurant people. I don’t know where we went next. I just know it took me about 15 trips to get my stuff to the car because I kept forgetting stuff in my room, and when I’d go back to get something, I’d leave something behind. Craziness.

Second dream, I was running a mini marathon. It was a damn long mile, now that I think about where all I ran. My memories start at 6.5 miles, because I was rounding the corner and passed professor Ross. Two of my HS friends quit right at that time, but I kept running, shouting to a mix between proof Burton and my HS Calculus teacher, “People said I couldn’t do it. ha-ha 6.5 miles!!” I was jumping and throwing my arms in the air and then kept running.

Needless to say, I woke up quite inspired. I mean I was kicking ass and taking names last night. Ugh, I’ve been getting tired by 10 or 11 every night, which has killed my evening run. Can’t stop though…I’d already almost doubled my endurance.