it is cold this morning. i had strange, lengthy dreams of trying to save the world (or at least a mansion full of half-psychotic and handsome acquaintances) from death by challenging this little fat kid who seriously resembled neville longbottom to a type of race. i say dreams plural because i woke up halfway through it, apparently came online, then went back to sleep and dreamt the rest.

the race: first there was climbing and then there was hiking up a hill using these strap harnesses, then i had to run across a "swamp" of slimy blue easter grass (you know, the kind you get in baskets, the fake astroturf [whoa, redundancy]), then it was some mario brothers old school type thing where i had to pick all these ropes inside this blue lagoon and they led me here and there. finally, we met up in front of these gumball machines and it turned out that we each had to pick a flavor we liked and then we would be transported somewhere while eating it. i picked melon, and i found myself in a japanese mall! then i woke up. i didn't even get to shop, much less win the race. oh well. i probably would have won, though.