This blog post will probably nearly be as incoherent as my jumbled dreams.
The other night I dreamed about a few of my friends and I trying to smuggle a sought-after child out of a city/concentration camp. There were human-like captors containing people in buildings that seemed like giant schools. People still scurried about in the streets, but they were being patrolled and the Captors were looking for this child. It was a little girl, someone I didn't even know, and my friends and I knew we couldn't give her up. Only one of my friends I can remember, it was a classmate from animation school. He had a unshaved jaw yet smelled of aftershave, and wore a brown wool jacket (WWII?). We resolved to ride motorcycles out, but I was nervous because it was wet and snowy and I had never ridden a motorcycle before. The motorcycles were older bikes, like WWII...
Fade to black. And, "Daddy, can we have breakfast now?". Also, "Anna is eating cookies!".
On an unrelated note, I am proud to have sold some stuff on Ebay today. I'm trying to scrape together some cash to build a new computer... Gotta love Capitalism!