What does it mean? In my dream last night I cuddled with a hot, young pandit in a movie theatre (we were front row, if that makes any difference to your interpretation) and just as we started to kiss, poisonous gas started leaking in through the vents. But nobody panicked. Then my neighbors' loudness woke me up.

So, what does it mean? The priest, the theatre, and the gas? I really can't make that one out.

My psych professor did, however, tell me that I 'dream interestingly.' We were talking about sleep and dreams in class, and he asked if anyone had ever dreamed lucidly, and I tentatively raised my hand. I hate raising my hand, because I hate when the freshmen look at me like I have every answer because omgzerz I'm a junior. Doesn't work like that, kiddos. But, anyway. He called on me and asked if I'd ever been able to repeat the experience, and I answered--again tentatively--"Um... I can't remember ever dreaming any other way."

Then, when he asked about sleep-talking, I raised my hand again, though a few others did, as well. For night terrors, as well. And for hypnagogic and hypnopompic images. He seemed impressed that I knew those names, but, goodness; I may be taking Psych101 this semester, but I too 200-level Psychopathology last semester.

I do have weird dreams though. I've been thinking about it a lot. There's that nightmare where a deer ate my face (don't laugh, it was terrifying!), where I killed the hummingbird, where the Yankees attacked a swimming pool and the elderly Confederates stood no chance (and I on my big black horse fell into the pool and drowned and my soul floated up to the roof and looked down to watch the burning bodies). There was the dream about the Buddha head and the tsunami (a beautiful one), the circling staircase, the one where my cats were actually humans in disguise. Weird freaking dreams, man.

Any weird dreams yourself?

You know you're a college student when:

1. You spend the last fifteen minutes before class looking at lolcats instead of reading over the course material.

Question of the day: Is that really necessary?

See: Uggs, Lil Wayne, getting so drunk you cannot enjoy the experience, Microeconomics classes, Paris Hilton, the crazy guy on the Staten Island ferry.

This, however, is utterly necessary:



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For those of you not in the know, I live on Staten Island (the forgotten borough of New York City), and, from my dorm room window, can see the Atlantic Ocean. And I'm not talking just a glimmer on the horizon--the North Shore is basically right at my feet, and the ocean stretches on and on forever.

There is a small island--apparently uninhabited, because I have yet to see a boat or lights there--right off the North Shore.

I desperately want to go there.

Field trip?