I had a dream that I was suddenly whisked back to Woodstock, and it was the best thing ever in the history of the world. ♥ Both John and The Guy with the Big Nose (Who has yet to tell me his bloody name!) tagged along. HUZZAH!

Then, I had a dream that I went to Ohtori Academy from Utena and was picked to be a duelist. But I refused, being a pacifist and all. The Guy with the Big Nose eagerly took my place. He was better at fisticuffs than with swordfights. He didn't really have a noble princely heart like I apparently did (I don't think I'm noble at all!) so his attempts to get the Sword of Dios failed.

Then I remember we were trying to hitchhike somewhere, but we were stuck at South of the Border in South Carolina. Godawfully tacky place, that is--the only reason we go back at all is because they sell good, cheap, illegal-in-North-Carolina fireworks in bulk. Anyway, John and Nosey kept trying to score rides from truckers. John won one by offering one trucker some free McDonald's. Which was scored from a dumpster, actually... but we got the ride, dammit, and that's what matters. Somehow, we had leapt from 1969 back to 2006 and we discovered that all that was in the field was a "gravestone", memorializing the event.

So Nosey, John, and I decided we would go and try to throw another one. :D *loves on John and Nosey*