Forgotten Schedule

Some people have reoccurring dreams of being without clothes during class presentations or in the middle of large crowds.

I've never had one of those dreams... at least that I can recall.

My reoccurring dream-theme doesn't involve lack of clothing in a class/crowd setting... instead I can't even find the class at all. I can't remember my schedule and/or where my class is held.

Sometimes I have to fight through crowds of students to peek into classrooms in the hopes I might recognize someone.

Other times I scramble to find a computer to look up my schedule and the classrooms.

Then I get lost in a maze of crazy old buildings with hallways that don't make any sense. Like the shifting staircases in Harry Potter.

Sometimes I'm back in high school, other times college.

The frantic panic is always the same.

The Forgotten Beatle

I was on my way to Quilcene and decided I needed a snack for the road. I stopped in a pizza joint (that happened to be two doors down from an identical pizza joint) to grab a slice of Hawaiian. The owner tried to charge me $550 for a single slice! He made me feel guilty that I was only buying one slice since he could only afford to pay the shop girl (who barely spoke English) 50 cents a week, so I bought some chips and a carton of root beer too.