So the dream was too juicy for me to allow it to slip into oblivion, were I not to record it & I had the best weekend ever :0)

So this dream was so funny and weird.
Well first, on Friday, that night I slept 3 hours, I dreamt that we (I don't know exactly what/who defines "we") went to Hilton Plaza in San Gabriel to eat--it was already pretty late. But then, I guess a banquet--political fundraiser?--had just finished--which makes sense because Bill Clinton held one at Sam Woo... Anyways, when we went in, THERE WAS OBAMA. He had his sleeves rolled up and he was cleaning up--not as a busboy, but cleaning up paperworks or raffles--whatever official documents they have at fundraisers... Anyways, a few people were going up to him to talk, and I just remember being so happy and proud that my president is so accessible! He's a populist and I loved it.

Then last night, I had a really funky dream about hiking. It was almost video-game like, because I had to pass a lot of "levels." Anyways, in the beginning, we were hiking up this mountain--I think it was Mt. Hollywood, the one I climbed with Jenn, because the end was an expansive plateau. Anyways, when I almost climbed all the way up, we encountered a cougar. My first thought was "Omg. Cougar. HAHA!" As in the older women cougars. Then my instinct was, "Okay, I can't run away, so I'll just stand there still and wait for it to attack me, then I'll attack it!" So I stood there, but contrary to what I had planned, the cougar attacked me (as the smarter people fled) and it bit my right calf. It was holding on for quite a while and I ripped it off me. It didn't really hurt, but it was a weird sensation, like a piece of bubble gum that was stuck to my leg was ripped off--I even remember the flesh being the consistency of Bubblicious. Anyways, then of course, I couldn't finish the hike, and I had to run all the way back down to the starting line. On the way down--which was much longer than I had expected--I came across this white bungalow. It looked so trashy, and it kind of gave off the vibe of being a drughouse. At least that's what I think now, and even in my dream I recall having that smidge of thought in my mind. Anyways, I was told that I was being chased. I think I was running through Denver. It felt vaguely familiar. And I also felt a little bit Super Mario 64. If you know what I mean. That sensation in the dream is really weird.... It's like, your consciousness has that feeling in mind, but it doesn't manifest because you're only dreaming--dreaming is essentially your thoughts. So I guess it makes sense to have that "feeling" because it would be like two thoughts being thought of concurrently--except the dream is being imagined at a greater and more vivid extent? You hear what I'm saying? Except...Let's leave this kind of theorizing to the psychologists or whatever.

And then this weekend was just so wonderful. I spent time at the park. First with my sister and brother, then the next day with my two best friends and an old friend. We went photo-loco. It was awr-some. I guess this great weekend all started off though, with Saturday, when I got to sleep in and spend quality time with my mom at Chinatown. I felt like she deliberately wanted to spend time with me--she was like, "Put in some more quarters; don't you want to walk around?" But I just really enjoyed spending that alone time with her. And then at night, my parents felt bad for going to Vegas, but I didn't care, because I more came back to hang with my best friends! OF course I wanted to see them, but this weekend, it wasn't JUST about them. But they took my brother and me to Ajisen and then later, we had Yogurtland. That was the hippest gastronomic adventure my parents had ever taken us on.

This weekend was delish.