I dream of dada

Wyatt writes:

i had a dream while sleeping on the green couches in rarig. in my dream, i was awakened by mark rehani dressed as richard simmons, jogging in place. he greeted me briefly and ran off, as i began walking through rarig which had become a strange underground maze of locker lined walls. eventually i found my locker, out of which i took a wooden, silver painted sword that kept getting longer everytime i looked away from it. i got onto a bus that ran through the rarig basement, but everytime it pulled over it would pull right to the wall so it was impossible to get off. Continue reading →