Knitting Therapy

I just had the weirdest dream. My mom was some sort of secret agent in the fight against the forces of darkness. I don't mean "Axis of Evil" darkness, I mean Buffy-style "demons are trying to control the world" darkness. Evil was never seen, either, it used minions. So Evil, which was sort of a character in and of itself, was trying to get -something- using the new science teacher at the school mom works at. some small child was working as a demonic minion-type and passing things on to the teacher when he was in some sort of trance, and when he came out of it, he'd done terrible things. Mom was gonna make me and my sister, and our youngest sister who doesn't actually exist, go to the birthday party this little girl was having because mom had to follow the teacher to see what he was up to under Evil's influence, and to try to figure out what the minion girl was giving the teacher and how it was affecting him. And there was some other weird side thing about a giant rock/meteor ending up in our front yard, and dad was being really mean and nasty and bossy while he tried to get someone to come and take the rock away in a giant van.

Oh man am I confused. This is the first real long-weird dream I've remembered since starting school at Chicago. Well, there was the much shorter dream about riding in the car with George Bush, who was asking why my family didn't vote for him, but I blame the election-night sorrow-drowning for that one.

In other news... have to write essays today. Hurray? No, wrong word, that is. Try a sigh followed by a "duuuude" instead.

Yayyy! Essays done! Off to Walgreens.

And why is my Arabic class tomorrow in the high school? That's just whack. But, hadrianlivius, I will see you there.