Woke up at 6am.

Visions of middle school.  A friend who we have been planning a surprise birthday party for is starting to catch on.  Ghostland Observatory.  A drive by at my middle school which also represented UT and everything else for some reason)

 

Everyone who tried to stand up to him was getting shot.  I was protecting Roxanne (my girlfriend), and my boss (James) from my job at ITS stood up for what was right (like he always does) and ended up getting shot after giving a speech about what is right and wrong.  

 

After that I took a knife the killer had used and used it on the killer asking the crowd, ‘I won’t get in trouble if I do this will I?”

 

I was friends with Alana again.  She was doing rebates for some printer.  I pushed her into puddles everyday when we walked home from UT classes in my dream.  I think this mirrors memories of a friend I had in middle school.  

 

The trash man needed to come (which is true at my apartment too) campus was dirty all around and everyone was in desperate need of trash pickup.  

 

Went Back To Bed.

Woke up at 7:30am.