I dreamt a road movie this time, in which I was traveling across America with a girl from my music theory class who plays flute, and Meredith, who hangs out on talk.bizarre. We were driving some rather cramped old car, like a Barracuda or something, and the floors and dashboard and the flat area under the back window were all covered with cigarette butts and beer cans and other debris, none of which was ours. Come to think of it, I don't think the car was ours. The only scenes I remember were backing out of a 7-11 in a real hurry, and being in a big empty gym at one point, sittig up near the top of the bleachers, making fun of some person or people down on the basketball court.