Laberge4prez

-dr. long handball Dr. Long and some other SU faculty were excellent handball players, and they were making connections between handball and environmental studies. They could tell that I was some hot-shot who needed to be taught a lesson. There was a lot of talking, and it ended with a face-off between Dr. Long and I.

Mama, Becky, and I were walking in a neighborhood in Oak Grove when we encountered a group of young kids that looked like they might try and mug us. Becky and Mama walked one direction while I kept near the kids. I asked them if they went to Oak Grove and if they knew that my mom over there used to be the nurse at Oak Grove. They didn't know her by name, but I think the connection helped. Then, from the direction that mama and Becky went, I heard a series of gunshots. I gasped at the thought of losing Becky in some random street shooting. It was some flashy red car shooting in every which direction. The kids were scared too, and everyone took cover in driveways. I had poor coverage and could see the car as it drove by. They clearly tried to shoot me, and I waited for death. Bullets came close enough to where I could feel the debris they generated, but I was unscathed. I woke up soon afterwards.

I very well may be connecting a few dreams with this, but it feels right. There was a large group of peers playing various recess sports in a green area. I joined a group of frisbee folks and had decent success at finding my target. I was throwing some fun noodle and it careened off of the porch and into the ocean. I went down below to talk to the owner of the property or maybe I didn't but thought about it. Anyways, here I connect to a conversation with a South African girl about Costa Rica. She had mentioned some elongated hiking trip that she had taken with a group. I asked about the birding opportunities and if she had the chance to take this one particular walk which was closeby and very gorgeous.

This is a bizarre fragment from earlier in the night. There was this property in Lexington where the patriarch of a household was in the business of home refurbishment and had stockpiled huge amounts of construction materials for homes like windows, beams, piping, etc. The materials were slowly withering either because he died or the business was dying out. There was a portly man in a suit that was advertising for his restaurant, the Chum Bucket. He had a whiny voice and was standing atop some of the construction materials and doing sort of slapstick prank humor on himself and falling over. This was a strange marketing campaign, and I think mama had to explain everything that was going on.