Dream: In the early summer gloaming

I had a lot of dreams, last night, one of which was being a given a ride back to my great aunt's house, by a co-worker of my father. The guy was mad at me for not liking his ideas, and not letting him listen to my CDs, and some other crap, so he started to drive the wrong way: further into downtown DC, which was all rolling hills and sparkling glass architecture, in the afternoon sunlight off the water, brilliant, beuatiful, efficient, warm buildings, but he took me through a college campus area (possibly GW), and disappeared around a corner, which was a neat trick, as he was in a car, and the corner was a hallway that lead to a stepped lawn. Outside, on the lawn, at the bottome of the hills, there was a low wall, and a class, discussing, talking engaged in the materials' meaning and purpose as well as its practical use in life. A small classroom setting... I felt at home and at peace.

I went back through the hallway, trying to find my ride, and he was gone, but there were a bunch of people in black ski masks, with rifles, discussing some sort of plan. When I came back in, they asked me "How many did you see," to which i had to stammer that I wasn't with them, that I didn't know what they were doing and didn't want to know. I pressed a button on the elevator, and they loaded the bolt action rifle at me, as if to make a point. They said "Good" and let me walk away. As I left, I saw a group of them going up to the roof, and they referenced themselves as "Georges," and I realised that I had to call the police.

I as I called, and walked down the hall, a girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail, mischevious eyes, a business-casual skirt and shirt combination, and round glasses walked past me, mimicking the noises my phone was making, at that very moment. I talked to the police, and told them where to go, as I got back onto the street, thinking about classes at that place, thinking about how to get back to my aunt's... It was twilight, by now, and really warm, and it felt perfect.

Look, this here's the Skinny:

I am trying not to get to that Disgruntled, arrogant, "Weird Science" kind of place, because after that come the deathrays and the earthquake machines and the Hell-On-Earth spells, but it's hard when no one in the entrenched academia seems to understand the potential for what you want to do. It's hard not to see them as scared old people, or (ironically) arrogant young people who think they know it all.

And the best way for me to do that is to surround myself with open, honest understanding and communicative people, and work with them.

So whaddaya say, huh kid? Let's do it.