I had an odd dream last night. I finally got on getting on my trip, and there was this yellow car following me EVERYWHERE. I guess I ended up in Philadelphia or something (I remember it being mentioned by the nice Hispanic couple who took me in and let me crash at their house). I didn't want the nice Hispanic couple to be shot down by the very suspicious people-in-the-yellow-car, so I went to this tall federal building and hung out on the roof for awhile... but then the people appeared there as well. Since I'm almost always able to fly in my dreams, I leaped over the edge, hoping to hit the next building (several hundred yards away) for safety. But... I couldn't fly. O_o I did this weird gymnastic stunt where I swung back midair to the edge of the building and crawled down the side, toward an open window.

The nice Hispanic couple (I keep wanting to call them Victor and Maria for some reason) decided that they would help me out even further, and decided to smuggle me outin the trunk of their car. :D They got me to a beach somewhere (I'm pretty sure it wasn't Myrtle) and we said our goodbyes. And suddenly I was able to fly again. o_O Wtf.

Also: I woke up today, not to the sound of Karen pounding on my door, but to Dad blasting Metallica on the office computer. :D Better!