I had the strangest dream last night. I know I say that often, but I've had some very odd ones. This particular dream, however, was truly frightening:

I was in Arkansas, and I decided to attend a female stand-up comedian's live show. I wanted to go with Chris and Cambria, and they said that they would meet me there. When I arrived at the concert hall, I noticed that there were thousands of people everywhere. I sat down on the front row with my suitemate Robbie and some of his friends and the show began. The comedian did her routine, but I didn't pay attention at all because I was looking around for my friends. At the intermission, Chris and Cambria walked up to me and told me that they wanted to leave. We hopped into an SUV and drove deep into the jungle. It began to rain, and suddenly inspired, I started to compose a rain poem in my head in trochaic hexameter (an appropriate 'falling' rhythm). Chris and Cambria sat up front and talked, and I sat alone in the back, trying to think up words that rhyme with "drop."

At that point I woke up. I'm really glad that I awoke when I did, because finding good rhymes is frustrating. Yeah, I guess some of my other dreams are more exciting . . .