Have you ever forced yourself to stay asleep so you could finish a dream? I rarely dream and even more infrequently do I remember my dreams. I was determined to write this one down before forgetting, but alas, I have forgotten a good portion of it.
I entered a fancy hotel and took an elevator to the top floor. The top floor ended up being the roof. I didn't really know why I was there, but I wasn't surprised when I was greeted by a number of my elementary school classmates; it was an elementary school reunion. We awkwardly chatted and caught up after the dozen of years apart. There were no chairs...there was fog....and clouds... The annoying feelings of nonacceptance managed to reappear even after all these years of attempting to convince myself that I didn't really care what those people thought of me. My frustration led me to exit the area where my peers all stood, and somehow I was back in a room with gaudy, fancy, red hotel carpeting. I re-entered the elevator. The elevator turned into a rollercoaster and it was whipping me every which way. Finally coming to rest on the bottom floor, the doors opened, and I stepped out slightly oblivious to what had just occurred and slightly knowledgeable but willing to not force memory. (One of the things I can't remember is the name of the elevator. It was the name of a famous singer; one only that I could vaguely recognize at the time.)
After forcing myself to remain awake at around Noon, I lounged around watching Scrubs most of the day. I met up with Lauren at 7:30PM to go see a movie. We decided to see Golden Compass. We had heard both positive and negative critiques of the movie from friends, but it ended up not being too bad. One of my friends sent me an email about all of the anti-God symbolism that can be found in the movie, but I need to read over it again. Perhaps I'll write more later about the trilogy.
After the movie, we found a cute little toast place; I didn't know it existed until today! I'm excited about it! We can get toast and fruit juice for pretty cheap. The name is Isaac, and there are biblical quotes on all of the plastic fruit juice cups; I'm going to take a guess that the restaurant is Christian-affiliated in some way, shape, or form.^^
Got home around 11:30PM, said goodnight to the host fam, and headed to bed. We have to head out to Gyeongido for a birthday party early in the morning.
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