Last week: I dreamt about going skiing early in the season. The hill had a few patches of snow, and only one good trail that was fully covered all the way down the mountain. I tried asking people which trail was the good one, but they just told me to find it on my own. I finally found the trail on my last run. Later that evening, I was getting ready to go to a party and remembered that the rules for the party were to arrive with a group of 5 or more people, and in costume. I met up with 5 other people and lo and behold, 5 of the 6 people were wearing pirate costumes. I was the only one not wearing one. I think I was dressed as Rocky from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Two nights ago: I dreamt about visiting home and seeing a large group of friends again. We went out to a diner together and were laughing and having a great time. On our way out we saw a man we recognized, sitting by himself in a booth. He looked up and saw us and started saying hello. He was my gradeschool gym teacher, Mr. Moore. He was going on and on about how good it was to see us all again. He also seemed to know the people who never went to my school and certainly didn't have him as a gym teacher.
Last night: I dreamt something epic (makes sense, after seeing Return of the King earlier). It involved lots of flying and more that I can't remember. I think I was flying with an old friend, over fields and mountains and oceans. She and I talked about dreams and hopes and inspiration. There was an unspoken bond of understanding that permeated the conversation that left the two of us feeling completely comfortable with each other, and well, in love.