had this really strange dream last night. right after i woke up, i thought about writing it down so i'd remember it all, but i was too tired so i went back to sleep for a little while. so i'm gonna leave out some little details, but i think i'll get the gist of it in.

so my brother and i went to see officer steve at his house, i think i wanted to drop something off for him. he wasn't home but his mom was there so we stuck around and hung out with her. she was really nice and so it wasn't really a bad thing. while we were waiting (i guess we were waiting for officer steve to get home) his girlfriend came home and she had his son ro with her. i've never met ro, but i've seen lots of pics so as they were walking past us (his gf was not too happy to see us there and was ignoring us) i said hi to ro. he stopped and said, "you're daddy's very good friend from work that mommy doesn't like so i'm not supposed to talk to you." officer steve's mom got kind of embarassed when he said that and said something about that not being true.

so then the room suddenly turns into church and everyone is singing churchy songs. but they're not in english, it's like some kind of asian language, but not korean, which i initially thought it was. it was something strange like mongolian or something. so i decide that since i'm still waiting for officer steve to get home, i would just hang around in church for a while. i looked at my watch, it was almost 530 so he should be back soon. not sure why that was because in reality he gets off at 230pm or 530am, not 530pm, but anyway...

so i'm in the church and it suddenly gets a very cult like atmosphere to it. i can't remember all the details and the order of events, but they decide that they are going to have only white and only black members in their congregation. something like that. so now i'm running for my life because they're going to kill all those who don't fit in here. i'm going thru the back rooms and offices and stuff... running, running.. then on a table i see mail, like a pile of it. in this pile are letters and packages that i have sent to officer steve, but obviously he has never received them.. either that or he turns them over to these strange cult people, but i decide that he must not have received them. well, that explains why he never writes back.

so i really have to pee, i find a bathroom and there's a woman in there. she asks me what i'm doing in there, why aren't i leaving? they're going to kill me. i tell her i know, i pee and i leave. i can't find lil' p, and where the hell is steve? then i see his motorcycle (i blame me, myself and irene for this one) parked on the side of the garage by his other 4 cars. it's one of those police motorcycles, which in real life, officer steve does not ride. i don't know where officer steve's mom went, her living room is still there, but there's not time to investigate, we have to get out. i find lil' p, i'm debating if i should look around for steve or not, since i know he's there.

the phone rings and i wake up. it's 7am, the answering machine picks up because i'm too disoriented to grab it. it's my grandma, wants to know if anyone wants hoppin' johns (black eyed peas, i think). yes, it makes sense now, 7 am here is about noon or so in mississippi. at the time i thought it was really odd that she was offering us dinner food when it was barely breakfast time. i had set my alarm for 8am, was thikning about getting up an hour early. decided against it and as a precaution, added 45 mins to my alarm.

and here i am.

i'm gonna go get out of this suit before it gets cat hair on it or something.

ok, nice and suitless. trying to cut this yoon tag off my shirt but i keep droppin the scissors. left my glasses in my room so now i'm trying to see. it's wonderful. tomorrow is my first real day of work. i get to work 10 hours. how exciting. personally i'd rather be opening because i don't like staying at work until 2 am, but school doesn't allow for it. too bad.

i just got all my bills in the mail today. they're all going to be late. damn the post office. they're just now getting all my stuff forwarded. it's been bouncing around the country for the past few weeks. boy thsoe tags are hard to get off!

i think i better go etudier or something.