I was driving to school, but it was late at night and I was lost. I stopped by a hotel that was in some kind of shopping center and somehow lost my keys. I didn't realize this until I went back to my car and the only thing in my pocket was one of those leatherman multi-tools. I started going through all the tools, thinking maybe my key was in there, but as soon as I extended the knife attachment, some guy walks up and says "Wanna have a knife fight?" and pulls out a switchblade. I tell him that my knife is entirely unsuited for fighting and that he'll have to go somewhere else to start a fight. The guy keeps following me around, making comments about how much he likes fighting with knives, and a bunch of knife-related innuendo, when I finally find my keys and try to jump into my car before he can react, but he stabs at my crotch and I wake up quite suddenly...

I go back to sleep, and there are a bunch of people trying to get across some kind of canyon. Problem is, there is a big gorilla (like King Kong) sleeping on the other side. Someone gets the bright idea to try and jump a bicycle across while carrying a rope for everyone else to cross with. I was freaked out the whole time because there was *no way* they were going to make that jump. I got distracted by some plant that I found that was making a weird cricket sound, and I don't know if they ever got across.

That's the date Marisa and I are getting married at the Great Lakes Science Center! Now we just have to do everything else there is to put on a wedding!
[Submitted by Erik Hughes]

From Salon:

Yes, such horrible suffering!

I found a fascinating article at the NeuroLogica Blog discussing whether the mind is separate from the brain, and I agree completely with the author's conclusions:

Since we won't be able to attend Gaian Mind this year, we are seriously considering attending Wicker Burning Man at Four Quarters instead. It's a local Burn, and will definitely give us a good first camping trip for the year!

I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night, it was all fitful tossing and switching back and forth between the bed and couch, but I do remember a part of one dream I had. It was just like that movie The Signal, even though I've only seen the ads for it. There was some sound that came across the tv that turned everyone into murderous maniacs. People were running all over the place bashing each other with television sets, axes, or whatever happened to be handy. I was hiding out in the house I lived in when I was young, watching everything out of my bedroom window, when some guy busts into the room. I try to convince him that I'm a crazy person too, but he isn't buying it, so I jump out of my window and fly up to the roof. It seems I can always fly in my dreams when I need to get out of a tight spot. So I'm up on the roof and I notice that there is some kind of white plastic covering over most of the roof. It makes me wonder if my dad had put it up there to stop the roof from leaking (which actually happened when I was about 14 - there was a big storm that ripped off some shingles and the rain was just pouring down into my brother's bedroom).