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Pete, you want St. Raphael the Archangel for your nightmares.

Last night, i had the creepiest, most frightning, but most amazing dream i have ever had. If any of you get squeamish easily, or are eating as you are reading this, don't read on. In the dream, i was in America, but there was a war going on overseas. It was not going well. I watched huge military trucks drive past me on the dirt road piled high with dead American soldiers. The dead soldiers were still wearing thier camos, helmets and all, but their skin was bleached white as ghosts. I watched the truck pull into a large, nondescript building of steel and corrugated aluminum. As the automatic door closed behind the truck, i turned around and went back into the similar-styled building in which i lived and worked. I was a member of some sort of religious cult. I did not like the cult. I had joined because the cult had food to eat. Though i saw no starving people i was aware of the fact (as one always is "aware" of things in dreams) that the whole country was racked with famine and only the cult members were surviving. In my large steel and aluminum building (owned by the cult) i I worked as some sort of biologist's assistant. All day, i sat at a counter in front of a large pile of bleached-white fingers that i knew had been removed from dead G.I.'s. My job was to shave bits of flesh from the fingers with an exacto knife into paper cups containing some sort of nutrient-rich gel. The "awareness" was that these G.I.'s were killed in combat by the enemy's biological weapons. My job was to attempt to regrow the microbes that had killed the soldier in the paper cups so that the biologist, a high-ranking cult member, could analyze them and figure out what the weapons were. There was no money for petri dishes, thus the paper cups. There was also no money for gloves, or any protective gear for me. I was vaguely aware of the fact that my family and friends were gone. Not necessarily dead, but somehow estranged. I was not allowed to speak of them. I had no friends in the cult. There was no one i knew in the dream. I woke in a terror muttering over and over to myself, "that was the scariest dream i have ever had." I very rarely remember my dreams. It is even rarer that i remember them in perfect detail like this one. When i do, usually they are dreams of great symbolic significance to my waking life. Interpret as you wish.

is anyone besides Rachel curious about room & furniture sizes? i'm playing with room arrangements for me & Christina right now, and let me tell you that it's going to be interesting having 2 people living in rooms that are, ahem, definitely on the small side. soooo, if anyone else is really picky on how their room is going to be set up, let me know & i'll provide some numbers :)

Emily, I do not harbor anymore disrespect for your Aunt. I simply do not hold with whoever wrote that letter. Besides I fully realized how idiotic it sounds to disrespect someone you don't even know. I am hanging our with chain smoking old janitors too much. I need the intel. battles we used to have . Well, soon enough. Yes, I will defend you and Emily B. from all punks and hooligans. I will simply use my Knox library card to aquire books on self -defense and assassination, preferably embodied within a CIA tome. All hail the spys of freedom. HAZAA!

hello! i forgot to mention that i've got a teensy bit of information about Keith Barlog. to quote Craig, "Keith will be a Junior next year. He's from Wheaton, IL. His phone number is 630-221-8598 and I have his e-mail address as kbarlog@knox.edu."
i just emailed Keith, telling him a little bit about us, and i said Christina would probably invite him to this blog if he wants. i'll let you know if i hear anything else from him. that is all :)

hmm. a few things to say. Drew, you shouldn't apologize for your angry rant after i sent that out. you didn't sound like a complete ass and i expected it :) (that's not to say i sent it just to make you mad, because i didn't) also, i should defend my Aunt Jane (aka Ms. Reagan), who sent it to me. she's not the one who wrote it; she just forwarded it to me. although you may feel free to keep disrespecting her, as she is a card-carrying Democrat as far as i know (a real rarity in my mom's conservative Reagan family, heh heh heh). are you really going to defend me from thugs? *swoon* sorry ;-) couldn't resist.
Rachel, you're going to be buff! cool! :) also, i'm glad you got your hands on a summer job. i'm also glad the people you work with are cool. that can make all the difference. do you get to hear Car Talk on NPR? i'm a HUGE fan of that show, so i hope you get to hear it.
when's everyone going to get here? sounds like Drew will be around on the 25th, and Pete & i should arrive from New Jersey maybe on the 9th? what about everyone else? when do i put up the big Welcome sign???

Hey, i have a question. Where is Sam? Has anyone heard from Sam all summer? I miss the hairy bastard. Also, i have something to tell him. The greatest performance art piece ever. Imagine: Sam and i go out onto Main street, Galesburg in the dead cold of January both dressed as death, sickles and all, and set up a lemonade stand. Ten cents a cup. And the lemonade is dyed black and frozen in the cups. YOU ARE DOING THIS, SAM. YOU CAN'T SAY NO. All we need to do is find black robes and sickles. Ahhhh, the ideas i come up with while driving long distances... Hey Zach, what's this little rumor i hear that you cut your hair short? That is not allowed. We want to see a full-fledged fro when we come back and if we don't, Agatha will have her way with you. (And you know what that way is) I went to Emily's McNair Scholars conference at Penn State this weekend. Emily did an excellent job with her presentation (and she's cute, too.) Lets get a round of applause to embarass her ~~~~applause~~~~