Take a stand.

Ok, I just had the wierdest dream I've ever had since the one where I dreamed I was Spiderman even though my costume was yellow, I had no web-stuff, I could fly, and I could teleport. This one was odder than that! It goes like this.

Ok, somehow me and a bunch of other people from my school are all at this GIGANTIC hotel with a HUGE pool. I don't even remember seeing either end of the hotel. I guess it was just stretching off into the distance. The pool, in comparison wasn't nearly THAT big, but it was about the size of the narthax/foyer type thing at Trinity. For some reason or another, this pool is filled up a good 32 feet deep, but its water level is about 12 feet below ground level, and Mrs. Saleski (who somehow has authority in this place) tells us we can't fill the pool with more water because it has "no input/output system." Whatever that is. Most of this dream is pretty dysfunctional. It lasted about an hour, with the first 45 minutes being of me running about trying to get the pool filled. All I really remember is the last 7 minutes, which are as follows: Somehow Jess (my sister), Elizabeth and I are all complaining about how Mrs. Saleski won't let us finish filling the pool. Then I'm suddenly walking with Jason down one of this hotel's infinite hallways. He was explaining some theory he had for why we should fill the pool; most of the sentence that I remember was "What if a fatty jumped in and landed right below where he the water?" We walked past a little tiny receptionist desk where Erica A. was sitting. I waved, and Erik waved, because somehow as we passed that desk Jason transmogrified into Erik, which I didn't realize until I woke up and thought about it. So now its Erik and I walking down the infinite hall, when Erik surprises me and goes through a random doorway into a little kid playroom, picks up a sponge and starts squishing it on the room's chalkboard. I stand in the doorway and say "Erik, how old are we?" meaning, Dude, why are you in the little kid room? Erik, I notice, is suddenly about the size and age of Trey (his 5 year old brother). He walks over towards me and tells me,in his now little-kid and quite Trey-esque voice that what looked to me like three plastic mushrooms stuck together was "a hamburger." I figure this is just some kind of little kid pretending thing, proving even more that Erik has somehow turned into a 5 year old. But it doesn't stop there. By this time, somehow I'm sitting in the doorway of this room. I look back into the hallway and see Libby walking towards the room Erik and I are in. I call her over and point out Erik to her, who somehow is now a tiny blue kitten. Like, really blue too. Libby's says "Aw, he's so cute!" or something like that and picks Erik up. The last thing I remember is saying "He must be trying to be like his car" refering to the fact he was blue. It was quite odd.

My dad says food you eat for dinner messes with one's dreams occassionally, so a lot of the randomness is probably due to some chemical in the pepperoni pizza I ate last night; pepperoni is one of the best dream-randomizing foods. I had some Chinese food too, but I don't know if that would do much.