I was living in New Paltz still, and surprisingly still in school.  Despite this, I was living with Amanda.  Gaia was also in the picture.  I think the semester had just ended, and I was on my way home.  Poor Gaia was trapped in the kitchen, and as per usual there was a complete mess.  However, Gaia was a lot more well-behaved than she had ever actually been.  When I came home she was excited, but in a calmer way.  She was affectionate towards me, and as I walked her she behaved normally.  I brought her back inside, and went into my room.  There I found Amanda sitting there, using my word processor.  In one quick moment– I didn’t even have a chance to think –I smacked her across the head.  Hard.  The way you would treat a dog for misbehaving.  I then started to yell at her.  How dare she use my computer, what the fuck.  Never do that.  Never.  Get out of my room.  All the anger I’ve had for Amanda flooding out in one moment.  The worst part of all this was she didn’t react at all.  Her face completely devoid of emotion, she got up and walked out of the room.  I was still raging though, and I closed what I knew to be an essay without saving it.

The next thing I can concretely remember was being at a punk show of some sort.  It was all bands from the mid-ninties playing, and a whole bunch of people I could recognize but couldn’t remember were there.  The venue was some sort of hockey ring, and I was reminded of the old shows at Sports Plus.  Everyone appeared to be friendly, but I was alone so I kept to myself.  Until someone literally jumped on top of me.  Physically, he was no one I recognized.  But once he excitedly yelled, “EMi!” I knew it to be Gimpy.  He started introducing me to everyone, and so I started to run around and have a good time too.  I jumped about and moshed and danced so that the bands took notice.  They looked 14, but I knew they were playing music by real bands, and they also respected me.

The next thing I can remember is my mom talking to me about classes for next semester.  I was still an Asian Studies major, and she was warning me that I should be careful this semester because there were pretty much no 3 credit courses.  I was telling her how there were only a few courses I had left to take anyway, so it wouldn’t be a bit deal.  I got excited looking at the courses offered.  They were all extremely interesting, and I was really excited.  However she was right.  However I was confident, and began picking my courses.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that I was done with my English, History, and Philosophy reuqirements and still had to fulfill my math requirement (which was odd, because in real life I placed out of college math).  The dream began to fade out…

The dream shifted somehow, and I was practicing for some sort of knowledge-based racing competition.  I am not entirely certain on how it worked, however I know that was the premise.  School buses were involved somehow, but I forget exactly how the tied in.  I may or may not have been sleeping in one.  My school was tied into this competition.  It was the last round, and my final competitor was non other than Corbin.  The Chinese language was somehow tied into this, though I’m not positive on the specifics.  However the primary function of the competition was a race.  We were using some sort of vehicle I no longer remember to propel ourselves along at completely unrealistic speeds.  The kind that made a blue stream of light form around us while we raced.  I somehow found out something dark about the race.  I feel like it may have had to do with time travel, but I can’t be sure.  All I know is I wanted to talk to Corbin.  Partially to warn him, partially for my own selfishness.  He of course wouldn’t not have any of it.  Even in my dream, Corbin did not want to speak with me.  But I continued to try and get him into a position where he had to listen to me.  I kept trying to knock him off the race track to get him away from the others.  I can remember him raging, freaking out because I was getting close..

And then I woke up.