Had a interesting dream last night. I only remembered the very end though. In the dream, two man sat in the bottom of a freshly dug pit somewhere in the jungle. One of them, oddly, I believe is the actor Emilio Estevez (remember Mighty Ducks?). They are both tied up. Then there came chopping noises from above the ground and screams of pain. Soon body parts are being tossed into the pit. This go on for a while, and the pile of legs, hands, ears and heads are getting quite high. And Emilio realizes that soon he and the other man will be buried under his friends' body parts. At this point, my awakening consciousness intervened and told me this is a dream and I should get up. I was reluctant because the proceedings are interesting. But then I remembered I didn't set the alarm clock last night and can't miss class. So I had to let the dream go. It's too bad, I haven't remembered a dream for a long time, especially one nice and bloody like this one.

My sense of direction is out of wack today. Stepped off elevator in a familiar building and for a while couldn't find my way to class. Also almost stepped into women's restroom. If I hadn't saw the girl doing makeup in front of the mirror and beat a hastily retreat who knows when I would realize something was wrong. Potentially highly embarrasing situation avoided.