I had the weirdest dream last night. It started out with me at some gathering or something, and someone said something to which I responded, “That reminds me of that Wayside school story.” I then proceeded to start counting, and then counted the primes, and then the fibonacci numbers, and then went into a story about a serial killer that stalked me. Parts of it were like I was reading a book, other parts were like it was happening to me. Highlights from the dream:
-He’s killed a lot of people in this town, so I read something like, “Slowly, I told the townspeople what to do; they worked together.” Stupidest sentence ever written.
-President Bush comes to (my?) grade-school class for Q&A session. He is asked questions that are like what CMU students would ask him, and is made to look like a complete idiot. The killer (as a kid?) asks him how to kill people. He responds that you just need to be governor.
-I manage to corner him (with two friends) at this house with a cop (whom we had called earlier to be there because I deduced his next target), and he had this huge machine gun. My friends came out of the car and walked up the driveway toward him (the cop was sitting in the garage watching), and one of them had a gun. The cop immediately reacted to this with, “She’s got a gun! She’s got a gun! Drop it now! Drop it!” at my friend (who just had a small handgun), even as the killer mowed the other one down with the machine gun. He then killed my friend with the gun, and the cop blinked for a second, stared, and was like “mother f***…” before getting killed himself. I somehow manage to tackle the killer and immobilize him briefly… suddenly, I’m not me anymore, I’m some random girl… then “I” grab some eyelash curler things, use them to pluck an eyelash from the killer (evidence?), and desperately give it to one of the guys who was shot except I poke his eye out with it instead somehow.
-I’m myself again, and I get the hell out of there as fast as I can in my car. I drive quickly around the corner (with him behind, no doubt) and squeeze into a garage just behind another car (because there’s apparently enough room in there). This poor guy has no idea what’s going on, with me desperately pounding at the car windows from the inside, pointing to a guy walking up the driveway with a machine gun. I duck down in the car so he can’t see me (huh?) and he starts firing through the car, lengthwise. It’s like a horrible video game… I deduce where he’s going to fire next (middle! left! right!) and avoid getting hit until the other guy can grab the killer and starts slamming him back and forth against the two walls of the garage. The killer pulls out his cell phone while this is happening and calls a professional hitman. Fortunately for me, I had planted some of my friends earlier in the year to pretend to be hitmen to help catch him… and he calls them instead.
-Back to the book feel of the story, and there’s this prologue thing with cheesy writing again. I wake up, and Ian, Tim, Apphia, and Al-Tim are there and I get up, turn on my computer, and write about this dream. Then my alarm goes off and I wake up for real, and now I’m sitting here writing this… (was written this morning before class… not posted until now)

I also had another dream a few days ago where I was sitting in a Chinese restraunt with my parents, and someone ordered the cat. The waiter brings out a whole orange-and-white-striped kitten whose back has been slit open and that has been cooked, except it’s still alive and still moving its head around. The person starts scooping (cooked) chunks out of its back and dipping them in some provided sauce as the kitten squirms. Ewwwww.

Today we did Van Dyke printing in alt. photo. OMG, so much fun! I went back to the darkroom to experiment tonight, and got a bunch of crappy prints before I realized that putting the stuff straight on the paper instead of coating it first makes the image come out instead of washing out in the wash. Wheee!

Much other homework to do, bleh. Been in the darkroom for the past 3 hours instead of working… but darkroom is so much more fun!

Meh, pictar, I guess. Tomorrow I’ll scan some of the Van Dyke prints to post.
Making Van Dyke prints:

The process isn’t sensitive to white light, so I can take pictures of the process. Yay!
Of course, since the stuff uses UV light to develop, and we have huge UV light developer things, I think this may be the first time anyone’s ever tanned from being in a darkroom too much :-P