Dreams be Dreams

I feel gyped. I never remember my dreams, save one or two a month but those are only the extremely bizarre. I woke up this morning and as I made my way into the shower I knew that I had an awesome dream last night, but I couldn't remember what it was. I stood there with my shirt half-off, blinking hard and straining to remember. Frustrating. Two nights ago my friend Mario dreamed that he was arrested, taken to a park, and made to ride the swing because he's afraid of heights. Do you remember your dreams? I've never had a recurring dream, have you?

I think I may have an opportunity to do something ridiculous this summer. How ridiculous? How about spending six weeks in Alaska canning salmon. Is that ridiculous enough? From where I'm sitting, that's pretty freaking ridiculous. Then again, it offers more money then I usually make all three months combined, plus I've never been to Alaska and it seems like such an..."experience." Trying to work on a cruise ship doesn't appear to be panning out, but still I'm excited for summer. The first week at Galen's digging dirt, moving rock, building gazebos -- what fun! Then to the frozen tundra, or wherever God takes me. It's kinda fun cause it's all the stupendously unknown. Ah, balancing on the fine rock edge of a ravine, the sun beating on my face, the sound of crashing waves filling my ear. Could this be my first real step into life?

Anyway, that's all for now -- it seems like everyday is punctuated with some crazy amount of wack-ness that keeps me off balance. Today I try to get into the poshest dorm on campus! Brewster, here I come! Frozen tundra, here I come! Beautiful beach, here I come!