So yeasterday was a special type of hell. I got up at five in the morning to start my physics homework. One of my suitmates were up because he wasn't feeling well, and he needed to be close to the bathroom. It was still the middle of the night for him.

Anyway, around seven I took an hour off to have breakfast and prepare for the rest of the day then I left for my eight in the morning class. To make a long story short I didn't get to come home until 11:30 last night. I spent the ENTIRE day either in the CS lab or doing physics homework.

On the other hand, it appearently gave me a fairly vivid dream about body switching. Maybe I just wanted to be someone else...

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ENTERING DREAM

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This one seemed like it went on for a while, but I only rememeber the last part. It had to do with people switching bodies. It took place at the Oasis house. The first thing I remember is following a person who was in my Dad's skin into the den. He was commmenting about the strength of his new body and how easy it was to break things. I remember agreeing with him, reflecting on my own body. I was a slightly taller, shaggy blonde guy and a little ovewieght. This new body was weaker then my old one and a bit clumsier.

I just remembered an earlier part of the dream. It involves me walking with some other people, through a large ... it had dimmed lights and seemed to be a clubbing atmosphere, yet there were large shelves with lots of books on them. And I got the sence that other stuff was for sale at other places in that room/conventioncenter. It was like some trendy new age Bazzar. Anyway, the person I was with looked at the magic or mind control sections and kind of scoffed at them. He seemed to have contempt for the normal people for whome this was the only magic that they knew. I remember agreeing with him, so I guess I knew some magic as well....

Fast forward to the Oasis house. I tried to convince the person in my father's skin to give the body he was in back. He would have none of it. Just then some of his friends started coming in through the garage. They seemed to be in their late 20s maybe 30s. I could tell they were party animals intent on using my father's ownership of the house to trash it. (Apperently in the dream, my father still had some ownership over the Oasis house.) As more people arrived I asked the guy in my dad's skin to walk with me outside in the back yard. I was hoping to get him alone and convince him to trade places with my father again. Or then again.... maybe I had more direct means of enforcing change once we were alone... I'm not sure. Anyway, I led him through the backyard, around the north side of the house and through the gate. I told him that me and my father would often go for walks around the block to talk. (It almost felt true in the dream world) He seemed cynically amused by this. Just as we were coming around to the front of the house a car came speeding up, zoomed into the garage and plowed into the refrigerator. Out popped my brother Jeremy. Or what looked like him. He was carrying a bottle of liquour and it was obvious he was drunk. Two guys came out of the house through the laundry room and were cheering the arrival of the alcohol. Apperently it really was my brother because he started to tell them to get out of the house. They made it clear they liked it here and weren't afraid to use force to get thier way. But now that I had Jem by my side, I told them that I would call the cops to get them out if they didn't leave. They blocked the doorway. I don't remember what Jem and I did but after a few seconds they were on the floor unconcious. I told my bro to duck tape them up while I went inside to call the cops.

Wow. That was a remarkably coherent dream. It made much more sence then the dream I had a few nights ago where I was flying over deadly purple foam that kept on covering more and more of the white carpet.

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This is just an entry from my dream journal. I haven't updated it in over a year and a half. Hm. It's been too long.

On the plus side, I'm almost done with the CS project I was working on, so I might be able to go ice skating with Jess and the Razz today. Here's to hoping.

Ahhh... Posting on-line at one AM. This takes me back...

Well, the main news to report is that Jessica survived meeting my family. Actually, they were a lot better behaved then I thought they would be. Sure, when we were at my sister's play all the aunts had their cameras out and were making like the paparazzi, but Jessica was spared the full force of their attention. All eyes were on my sister, who played the lead in Cinderella. My sister's a badass, by the way. The play wasn't that good- most of the characters were annoying, but my sis had a great solo number.

Once we got home we finished with the introductions, although a lot of them had taken place before the show started. We had arrived a bit early and thought we might get a bite to eat before the show. But as we were going my family started to arrive.

Wave after wave of my family.

I kept on seeing people that I thought I recognized and then realized I was related to them. A lot of them already knew my two other friends that made the trip, but this was their first time meeting Jessica. Of course, now I've talked with her so I know how nerve racking it was for her, but she didn't show it at all. She dealt really well with the machine gun introductions that occured.

Of course, I didn't expect any of these people to actually register with Jess. (except for maybe my Aunt Jessica) Hell, I'm related to them and I don't even remember all of their names. (Of course, I also have a legendary bad memory. )

After the play we went back to my mother's house to have a BBQ. Of course, while giving her the 10 cent tour, I had to show Jessica the Walls of pictures. See, my mother, in addition to being in love with picture taking, also loves displaying them. So, each of my three siblings and I have our own wall with various pictures and newspaper clippings. It's quite ridiculous, but I figured I'd get the worst out of the way.

After the tour I quickly realized that my friends would be uncomfortable anywhere near the main body politic that is the Green family. So I sequestered us in the computer room where we played drinking Uno with the only cousin of my age who was there as well as her boyfriend. After food one of my younger cousins decided to use me as a jungle gym/totem pole, followed by giving me a severe pillow beating when I finally threw him off. Ahhh, family.

Amazingly enough, even with all the cousins there, there wasn't a huge photo session in the backyard. My friends were spared the worst fate in dealing with the Green family. Parhaps my family has finally gotten so big, they've despaired of capturing everyone on film at once. One can only hope.

Well, I'm sure there is a ton more I should say, but it is late and there is that physics homework that's due tomorrow that I haven't quite finished... 'night all.

Uuuuugggghhh.... eating a half a plate of cookies is not a good idea. Even when you have plenty of milk to wash them down... Stomache unhappy.... blaahhh

And thus it begins....

Hey all! Just a warning that I have absolutly no clue what I'm doing! It's been a while since I had any on-line personality but this should be fun. So lets see... this is supposed to  be the rant section, right? Or perhaps an intro right now... Yes, I am the Mr.Green. In fact, I'm rather more green then usual right now because I've just finished with an unpleasent density of physics and I'm taking the day off from anything responsible. That means I'm reading the Crytonomicon and re-dyeing my hair. Plus, one of my suit mates made a heaping plate full of excellent chocolate chip cookies.

Mmmmmm cookies....

Today is a good day.