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Most strange dreams. I was on an island... swampy island, or at least muddy, my feet kept sinking. I was with a lot of college students. It was an island in what seemed like the ocean, the Mediterranean ocean or something similarly blue. I had a swimsuit on, and a couple of notebooks in one hand. And a pencil. There were what seemed to be ruins around. I remember taking certain steps in the sand, five steps, each one created a grinding noise and opened something in a hidden temple, the way it does in the movies. I remember writing these steps down.

I go exploring some more, and vivid as it was, I don't remember it. I remember the next part more. Unmemorable yet cute college boy comes up and starts talking to me. Starts teasing me. Grabs my notebooks and run off with them. I get annoyed. Go back to... a building? Base camp? Something. Get some equipment, get ready to go back to the water and look for my notebooks. For some reason it was either a Live-Action RolePlay game, or a scavenger hunt. Not quite sure. Survivor was vaguely mentioned. sister_bluebird was there, briefly. I gave her back her notebook with sketches in it that I'd found on a table.

The part I do remember was grabbing another nondescript cute college guy and telling him to go find the guy who stole my notebooks. And somehow another NyC college boy came into the picture, along with... his sister? Who vaguely looked like Tess. And the guy who stole my books was there. And suddenly we were in a darker alley. And I told him not to fuck around with me anymore or I'd stab him in the eye with my pencil. And he laughed and said yeah, do it. And I raised my pencil and then lowered it. And he laughed and turned away. And then I stabbed him in the side with my pencil. And he gives me this shocked look and turns and stumbles away. I can see this red spot starting to grow on his side. One of the guys looks at me in shock and goes after him. The other two look at me.

Guy comes back a little while later, tells me the guy I stabbed is dead. I remember saying "Oh well, guess I'm going to jail." The two guys start walkign wtih me to the principle's/sherrif's office. I remember comforting them, saying it won't be that bad, I'll be all right in jail. First offense, and first.. something. And one of them says I was provoked. And something more about everything we're going to tell the judge.

I remember going in front of a judge. To confess. I think I pleaded no contest. And I remember knowing more about how the procedure worked than the judge did. They said something about my writing. Not so mucht he quality as how much I knew, how much I researched. I started waking upa fter that, I don't know what happened then.

Oogh. Right. Breakfast.