Having bizarre dreams again.. I'm usually traveling in a place that could be real, but has one bizarre sci-fi or surreal element.  Like in one I crawled into a gutter, through a tunnel, into a concrete room with slanted floors and slanted ceilings and florescent lights.  JT had dragged a mattress there and we were just chilling.  I told him this was an outrageously boring vacation, and he was like, "what's wrong with you, why can't you just be happy?".

And last night I was with Madeline and some others at a really fancy restaurant in the country that we had just stumbled upon.  I convinced everyone we should stay and eat, it would be fun.  Their menu was only one course, one dish, but you had to order anyway.  We were arranged at two long tables (there were about five or six of us) but only on one side, like the Last Supper.  Or like a lecture hall.  The food was bizarre.  I don't remember what it was, but everyone was really uncomfortable and I was trying to tell them it was cool, it was a new experience, it was the way they did things out here.  After dinner, we wandered around the house.  Madeline was drinking some mixed drink - it was huge and very alcoholic - strange because I have never seen Madeline drink in my life but she was wasted.  The house had exhibits, kind of.  Movies playing on loops, displays.  I found an upright cylinder made of thin wood or birch bark that I discovered you could turn and it would make the words printed on the cylinder play out in real life.  It projected a little black boy playing in a yard with some chickens and hiding behind a tree.  All of a sudden he was being shot! Over and over! And slowly he sunk to the ground, against the tree.  I cried "NOOOOO!!!" but I was so far away I couldn't help him.  I stopped turning the cylinder and all sorts of wood mites and tiny, polished beetles were crawling out of it.  I felt so disgusted but I felt like it was important to keep going.  Everyone else had left, without saying goodbye, because they didn't want me to convince them to stay.

And the night before last, I was in a messy room - ostensibly mine, but I didn't recognize it; I've had so many rooms - and a bird landed in front of me.  It was a dove, but covered in muted and harmonious blues, reds, oranges, purples, teals..  I was curiously examining it when another one landed.  If the first was all these colors but mainly blue, the second was all these but mainly red.  I overcame my awe to remember the reason I was in my room - because my hedgehog had had another jailbreak in the night and I was looking for him, pressing gingerly on every pile of clothing to listen fo that little Hiss that means a hedgehog is underneath.  Everytime I was sure I'd found him, I was wrong and I was getting frantic.  Then my cellphone started buzzing and I couldn't find that either. Then JT was pushing me and it was real life and my phone was actually buzzing - my alarm - and JT was telling me to turn that fucking thing off.