Ok... So I wake up at the lazy bum time of 11 this morning to drink tea and eat ice cream.. and contemplate the bizzare nature of my disturbing dream.

I was in this art class and Dave and I went to the same school, which was way out in some remote location. There was a war going on and Dave told me he had to leave to go to college and I may never see him again. Naturally I was sad and confused, but I bought him cookies for the plane ride. Haha. And he went away eating them.

Moral of this dream: Beware of college drafts. Cookies will save your life.