Dreamt

Meditated, for 20 minutes only before I got sleepy, and took a 1.5 hour nap. Just woke up. Wasn't a very restful nap, but I had this dream.

Dreamt that I am feigning a sick day. I called Courtney and Amy and my JTEs that morning, and arranged a date with you at 6pm. I went to the library to study, and ran into Jennifer Aniston. I knew her apparently, and apparently I actually went out, and broke up with her, because she wanted to have kids and I didn't.

(tabloid note: heard that Brad Pitt divorced her because he wanted to have kids and she didn't...)

I approached her, and she looked surprised, but a little bit shy. She looked like she still likes me and I didn't know what to do or how to act. I asked her about her boy, but then I slurred "boy" into "kid" because I wasn't sure if it's a boy. Apparently she had two of them boys. I told her that she didn't look it, but then she showed me her breasts and her arms "Look how saggy and bloated they are!" Her breasts were, of course, as nice as Jennifer Aniston's breasts. Her arm had a tattoo that looked like a multi-colored, but faded and stretched version of my hanko. She then told me that she's not renewing, and that she's getting out of this island and going back to the states. I feigned surprise. She than hinted that now that she's leaving Japan we can have no-strings-attached sex. She told me how sexy the shape of my face is, how she always dated guys with nice facial shape, and how my face has a similar shape to Adam Duritz (the lead singer to Counting Crow, who inexplicably dated Anistan and Courtney Cox in the same calendar year) and Luke Wilson. I fudged for a long time, finally told her that I am with Simona now(her expression did not show disappointment, and I couldn't tell what it showed), but didn't say no to her when she said she will maybe give me a call later. Off the corner of my eye, I see Lucy Liu sitting at the far table peeping at the whole exchange. I left the library in the snow. Jennifer Aniston yelled and waved at me from the second floor balcony. I waved back.

I hurried to meet Simona. I ran by a group of runners led by Steve. Amy, Courtney, and two of my shyer 3rd years were in the group. It occurred to me that this must be Steve's weekly jazzercise class. I was wearing my orange jacket in the snow so I was afraid that they might have recognized me playing hooky. I started to run faster in the snow but my feet were heavy. I bent down to tie my boot laces, and then I woke up.

And then I realized that it's 11 o'clock and I'm not at school! And I did call Amy and Courtney and my JTE this morning and I'm playing hooky for real! Minus Aniston, the dream has come true!

(addendum 2/15/05: as it turned out this hooky day was docked off as a vacation day rather than sick leave...fuckers)