Mezzanine

OMG I haven't had any worthwhile dreams lately. I had one where I was skydiving and I landed in front of my grandma's house... One where I was outside and went down some stone steps in pitch black darkness on stilts made of toilet paper tubes and I found a laptop computer when I made it down the stairs... and a bunch more that I don't even remember. My memory for my dreams has been pretty shitty lately. I'm not really stressed out or anything but school has started back a few weeks ago so maybe I just don't have room in my brain for dreaming *and* remembering them. We'll see.

OK, I remember last night's dream. I was at the Superbowl, but I don't think I was supposed to be there. I was on the bottom level and it was all indoors. There were different rooms and I kept looking into them. I found one and it was right on the fifty yard line. The Bears were playing (they're my favorite team). It was like a conference room and there were people in suits all over the place. I sat down at a table and a guy in a suit offered me a slice of pizza. I wasn't interested in the pizza and the guy in the suit told me that if I wanted anything I should ask the waiter and I could have anything I wanted... there was no menu or anything. I said I wanted a quesadilla. After looking around the room for a while, one side was just a solid window that was like right where the action was, the waiter came back with my quesadilla. I don't remember much else.