last dream i remember
i dreamt that i was part of a racing competition, actually on the support team (like in the tour de france, or a car race, the people who change your tires, give you water, etc.) my racer was a tall man with curly dark hair. he looked exactly like james frain (i looked up his name, he was the guy who placed forney in 'where the heart is'). this was no ordinary race. the "runners" would start running as fast as they could and then they would all transform into balls of wet clay. like alex mac. then when the runners slowed down they would turn into cylinders of wet clay and a trained professional would have to rub them down so the cylinder would collapse and then they would be human again. well forney ran too fast or something and it took a long time to rub him down and when he did become human again we had a feeling something was wrong. forney didn't know anymore what he was doing there or who he was. he didn't know what was and was not socially acceptable behavior. forney wore his shorts too low so everyone could see his butt and he would walk into ponds and fountains and get soaking wet. he wandered away and didn't want to race anymore. we couldn't tell him what had happened and i guess he didn't really care.