I had a really weird dream when I took a second nap today.  Lemme see if I can remember now.  I was here in Valencia, in this same university building I’m at now.  I decided I wanted to go roller-skating, so I went outside and started skating down the street.  There was another woman who joined me skating, but pretty soon we ran into some really rough gravel and couldn’t go on.  Then I was getting on a city bus with Ryan and Charles Kim (!?).  We got in the back, and they sat down but I had to stand.  They tried to tell me where we were going but I couldn’t hear them.  So I got all pissed off and wanted to get off the bus before it went too far away from the university.  I made somebody pull the cord for me and I got out.

I then went back to the place we’re staying and tried to go upstairs to my room.  But when I went up the stairs, I saw a stage up there; apparently we were going to do our show that night right in the hallway instead of in the auditorium.  There were two women on the stage getting everything ready, and my guitar case was laying there wide open.  I tried to tell them "yo soy el cantante" (I am the singer?  I think?) but they either didn’t get it, or didn’t care.  They wanted me to move along.  I put my hand on the guitar and said "esto es MIO" (this is mine) but they still didn’t understand, and told me in Spanish to get the fuck out of there.  I realized I couldn’t get to my room from there anyway, and went back downstairs.  Went up another stairway but there was a security guard there who said I needed some sort of identification to prove I was really staying there.  I didn’t have the ID he needed, so I went down again and tried another staircase.  This time I did get upstairs.  On the way to my room I saw a group of American women talking and having coffee in a sitting area by the staircase.  One of the women spoke to me, saying something like, "yeah this place is great but you really have to watch out for the COLORED people." And this just infuriated me.  I was all, "what the fuck do you mean by THAT?" and she got all pissed at me too, for having the nerve to contradict her racist ideas.  I walked off, but not before shoving her real hard… I practically pushed the lady to the ground, I was so mad at her for being such a racist fucking bitch.

That’s all I remember.  I woke up and realized I’d been sleeping WAY too long… I always get weird-ass nightmares when I’m oversleeping.  Heheh.  It really kinda rattled me though.  Took me about an hour to stop shaking and feeling anxious because of that dream.  I told Ryan all about it when I saw him afterward… it was pretty stupid.  Sounded a lot more stupid when I tried to describe it than it did when I was dreaming it.