East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2015.09.06.0902 We had already settled into the campsite, but he wasn't there. It's fine, I told my mom -- brother had to finish up at work, pack all his things, drive all the way to the put in, then paddle down to here. Surely he got off to a late start and he must be on the river already and that's why he's not answering his phone. I get out my gopro to try calling him on anyway, but then realize that the gopro does not have phone capabilities. While I'm watching for him, I realize I'm looking out the window of the house I grew up in and watching down the road for a car to turn the corner, but there are no car marks in the freshly fallen snow (could a car even drive through that? Kids with shovels have cleared a small area to play and the snow looks one or two feet deep. I should probably help shovel, though brother won't be able to drive through here until the plows go by anyway. Not sure why we're camping in the snow -- thought we had ca...

Dreamed on 2015.09.06.0705 Once each year a hacking group comes into everyone;s kitchen and rearranges the things on their refrgerator. Mauebe the things in the refrigerator too? It's like... PETA but not just PETa and stuff. S tjhoiss uear we take everything out of the frge and hide it and we takke everything off the front of th e frige, tbu then we start to think -- lets noy tak e everything off -- let's tleave the words "impress us" im ,agnetic poetry on the fridge. I accidentally chip a glass, but then I ddn't because that's kst part of the desgn. We hear noises from downstairs maybe, but maube ust paranoid. Who breaks into places, anyway? And how? I mean, it happens to everyone one niht a year, so ther must b many members. Someone in each neighborhood must do it, but they're all good enouhg to never get caught? Weird.

Dreamed on 2015.08.17.0242 demoated to middle school even thuogh I'm an adult who used t work there. dtagging my heels so I'm late to class, nbut so at the ooter teachers that work there. They lectre the kids about how if you ake a facebook page to celebrate school being canceled and you'rs a teacher, you shouldn;t let he kids find it. Then they send us on the bus. On the bus, I find out that this one kid with really bad writing is giving ghe other kids instructions on what to practice writing if they want to be a creative writer. The other kids bring these cryptic notes to me to interpret, and I try my best, but the spelling is horrendous. In one it uses the word "god" or "God" or "good" or "Good" many times, but I can't wtll wich is which, so I tell the kid, "okay. I can tell you what each individual part probably means, but I can't tell you what it means overall." Then the bus gets to it's loca...