So, I had TWO crazy dreams 'cause I talked about crazy dreams last night with Mike.  The first, he and I were RAs, and we had our kids on a field trip to a hotel (which looked  A LOT like the NYU at the Seaport Dormitory in the hallway).  And his younger brother (who I have still yet to meet) was one ouf or residents.  But he wasn't your brother, he was Peter Brady. ...But he wasn't Peter Brady, like 'I'm Christopher Knight', he was actually Mike's brother.   Well, I was walking down the hallway and the brother was like "Emily!! Come here!!!" so I did, 'cause i'm a good RA, and he and his roommates had accidently broken the shower so the ENTIRE hotel room had like 3 or 4 inches of water in it (none of itleaked intot he hallway, though!).  This is when I realized I was 'the grownup' of the situation and I had to 'fix things' and 'know how to make it right'.  All of that was inner monologue.  I also told myself I had to keep cool so the residents would think I was responsible.  What was my genius plan?  To have one of them pass me 4 sheets of paper towel, and we just blotted the whole thing up.

That was before 4:45 in the morning, because that's when I was awoken up by my parents getting ready for work.  And no, I don't care that 'awoken up' is piss-poor English.  Managed to fall back to sleep, which brings us to weird dream #2.

Me and my CITs had gone on a trip to see the Baltimore Orioles play for our last CIT trip, instead of just staying at camp and playing laser tag in the woods.  For the 7th inning stretch, they were going to be featured on stage w/ METALLICA.  Metallica, some crazy dancer gymnasts in crazy suits, and my CITs.  The crowd booed Metallica.  But while we were on stage, my mom's cellphone (which I have to use while I'm up here) started ringing, and it took me like, 4 rings to find a spot I felt I could answer it.  And as I pulled it open, I saw it say 'Sam Syl. Cell' which is weird because he has my house number and I saved his cell # to MY phone when I called him Sunday, but not my mom's.  So I went to pick up, but then I thought it was too late so I was going to hang up, and I hear 'hello?'  so I DID hang up, but then was like 'oh crap, he said hello!' so I reopened it, and we were still connected (woo!).  I was like "hey!! how's Montana?" and he was like 'oh yeah, I'm not there yet' even though he def should be by now.  So it turns out he's still in Mass ...even though we were DEF supposed to be in Baltimore, I was able to walk outside and meet him on the street, and we went to the grocery store.  Get inside, shop around a lil, he asks if I wanna go to the beach, and I say yes.  Then he says, "can you hold thes for a while" and pulls out a 3-pack of jars of pickles and something else.  I carry those, and we continue walking around.  We stopped at one point and he was like 'I need giftwrap' and I pointed to the rolls of wrapping paper RIGHT across from us, but he said no, giftwrap.  Right near the wrapping paper are magazines, though, and he starts thumbing through one.  Sees the cover of another and sees an article called 'what do women want'.  He was going to BUY said article to find out, but then the CDROM that came with it didn't have a case, so he said no dice.

We went back to the concert.  Tried to sneak Sam on stage to surprise our CITs that their other counselor was still around, but my phone started to ring again.  And it was Owen Wilson.  But I can't tell you how that ends, because that's when my dog came in to let me know she had to go to the bathroom and I had to take her outside.  Oh well.

I guess I had a third dream where my mom and I were at some kind of talk.  It ended up being a Holoaust talk.  Sitting around (there was so much more to it, but it has escaped me), and Jackie showed up and was like 'Hey Em, wanna come with me?' so I did, and she gives me this hug on the steps outside the thing and was like 'see you later'  because her and her mom were going on a trip to Canada.  And there were 2 dogs in the backseat.  A lil orangey-brown one behind Aunt Teresa, and a bigger, black and sorta tan dog behind Jackie.  They pulled away talking about what a bitch the brown one was, and also deciding to go to Dunkin Donuts to get stuff.

Wow.  Nothing toooooooooooo ridiculous, but all ridiculous.

Either way    G O I N G T O N E W Y O R K T O M O R R O W ! ! ! !  Could I BE more pumped!!?!!!?