weird dreams and some other stuff

so heatherfeather had some weird dreams last night. i had one, too. and although it should have probably qualified as a nightmare, i kept going back to sleep so i could see what happened.

i was on a group trip in rwanda back right when the genocide was beginning, but i knew in my mind what was going to happen. we were visiting an orphanage (me and just my friend, kelly) and suddenly, it was stormed by troops. we were shuffled into a dark basement room in the orphanage and told to lay down. the troops shot the children one by one and then shot me and kelly. i don't really know if she died. i know i was shot four times in the side and one time in the head, but it didn't kill me, though i pretended to be dead anyway. anyway, when they left, i was able to get out and though i had five bullets in me, i wasn't bleeding so badly that it was dangerous. oh, and by the way, the shot in the head kind of went in right behind my ear but somehow didn't damage my brain or anything. so anyway, i got out of the orphanage. ooh, now i remember, so did kelly. i think we got separated at first. we found our group after a day or two, still not having been to the hospital for treatment. and they were glad to see us. we asked our tour guide (who was vietnamese for some reason--no idea why we would have a vietnamese tour guide in rwanda) if we could go to the hospital right away and he was like, yeah, we'll do a little sightseeing and then go there and we were like, what? so i took off because i was like, i need to go to the hospital--i have five bullets stuck in my body. so i did but i ended up at nordstrom instead (though i kind of doubt they have nordstrom in rwanda) and they had TVs on everywhere showing the story of the shot orphans and everyone was standing around crying and the incident had come to have a particular name which i have been trying all morning to remember and i was wanting to tell them, this is just the beginning, you have no idea what is to come.

so the whole being shot in rwanda in the mid-1990s at the beginning of the genocide and going back in time thing made for a weird dream.

then nawa started barking and the phone rang, so i couldn't finish it. i don't know how or if i would have made it back to the future. and i want to remember the name that was given to the orphanage incident.

i was thinking it could be somehow the start of a plot of a novel, like, some official responsible for the incident is on trial at the tribunal in tanzania and they are lacking a first hand witness (because everyone is dead) and this american guy (me) has this dream in which he can recount the incident in detail and somehow finds out about this story and travels to the tribunal in africa to testify but in order to make his story believable (you know, the whole time travel thing) he has to remember the name (which starts with a B) and it is really dififcult for him.

here are the couple of other things:

--black men with mullets--please explain?

--i like pepsi, cold, very cold.

--and hummus, i like hummus.

--i am tired of students who are so needy. even the grad students are acting needier than usual this week.