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Finally getting around to writing about this morning's dreams, from the sketchy notes I made for myself when I first woke up.

First I dreamed I was cooking breakfast for Jen. I was cooking oatmeal but she wanted malt (i.e. Malt-O-Meal, something my mother used to feed us and I haven't even thought of in donkey's years), so I turned the oatmeal off just as it was getting done and we headed out together to buy some malt.

Then I was playing three-handed pinochle with Liz and Matt on a table beside a lake with a rickety bridge across it. We were just getting started, she dealt the first hand and couldn't figure out what to do with the extra cards. I told her they needed to be put aside for the person who takes the bid "instead of passing cards like you do in four-handed". There still weren't the right number of cards, and we discovered that there were a lot of extra instruction cards that had gotten shuffled into the deck. I am just about to redeal after pulling all those cards out when Rosa screams. She's swimming in the middle of the lake with her little life vest on, but it has gotten stuck on the bridge and pulled off of her and she's sinking fast. I run around for a few seconds trying to decide whether to run across the bridge or dive in and then just dive. She's still screaming and sinking. I get to her in time, she grabs me but she's okay. As I'm swimming back to shore I get caught in a current I can't escape.

Then my parents are visiting me at college. I've designed a t-shirt that people are selling (quite successfully, I might add; one of the salespeople has a fistful of cash that she shows me). The shirts are light blue with a black design. I can't remember the wording but I know I was embarrassed about my parents seeing them, and I have a vague notion it was a joke slogan likening someone to Hitler. Someone else is also selling blue and black shirts with a blackletter S printed on them. (truefireflower, the exact same S that Puck had, except black on blue instead of red on black.) My parents and I are having lunch at the cafeteria/dining hall. Dad's still hungry because his food was inedible. He and I go back through the line to get him something else, but all the stainless steel heating trays are empty. We try getting him some snacky stuff. Then we have to be somewhere and the dream is over.