A week or so ago, I dreamed I was on a ski trip for underprivileged children and riding on the bus with us were the Founding Fathers. I went skiing on the first day, and returned to the bus to find Thomas Jefferson sitting alone. I asked him why he wasn't skiing; he didn't respond, but I immediately knew the answer. I said, "Thomas Jefferson! You're a woman! Thomasina!" I cried (like for real, I woke up with my face wet) and hugged him (her) and made him take out the long ponytail he wears and it turned out to be this long glossy gray hair. I then made a mental note in my dream to remember this in the morning so that I could write a book about it.

Another dream I had: My best friend and I were sent to juvenile hall. But it it was a really strange juvie made entirely of nets hanging from the sky (like the ones in Pirates of the Carribbean 2). We had a "class" in one of the nets and policemen beat me up with their gun. Jill (my friend) and I decided to escape and swung from net to net until we hid in the laundry basket of one of the camp coordinaters. I got rescued somehow because I had been put in there injustly, but then, as I was leaving, I thought to myself, "This is a trilogy. If I leave now what will the other two books be about?" So I walked back inside and felt this incredible despair because I would have to spend 2 more "books" inside the swinging-net juvie.

I know that the first dream was lucid, but what was the second dream? I was aware that I was in some sort of not-reality, and I was thinking to myself about...I can't really describe it.