i had an odd dream this morning about a ghost that was following me around and indicating its presence by putting a jar of oatmeal in odd places. my neighbor was in the dream too, and he was crying and very sad. but i felt bad because i couldn't totally give him my attention because i was so worried about the oatmeal ghost. then when i was in the bathroom, i saw the jar of oatmeal on the shelf by the mirror. and suddenly the oatmeal ghost tried to strangle me with its jar of oatmeal. that's when i woke up screaming. and the first thing i thought of was mrs. king, my first middleschool english teacher.

during the dream, there was one odd part where i was in an apartment in houston that i was looking to move into. part of the apartment was a bed, bath and beyond sort of store. when i was looking at neat colorful rugs in it, these short little rather wolfish-looking men came in and started shouting at everyone, "okay folks. it's friday night and this is when we're allowed to play games. and we love games. so everybody get moving."