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As a great flood washes away all before it, so too were NIU students swept up in the torrents of water cascading down frm Du Sable.
I had a series of strange dreams last night, of which I can only really remember flashes of scenes and stories.
In the beginning I had broken in Mr. Rohan's house to use his bathroom to changemy clothes while he wasn't home. Of course he arrived before I had finished (as getting dressed seemed to be a very long, laborious process). I escaped out the back, grabbing a 24-pack of water on my way out. I was chased by his sons, who suspected me of robbery, and who engaged me in a vicious snowball fight in the yard.
Later I was wearing a pillow around my ass which had a grid printed on it that corresponded to the map of a city. I was trying to track someone using a cell phone, and their location appeared as a red dot on the pillowcase. Then I was a Mexican woman running from another Mexican woman (Roxanne, I believe). I had to change clothes (...again?) to better disguise myself, but I was ambushed in a restuarant on my way to attain new ones, and everyone was watching as, clearly distressed, I was threatened and then kidnapped.
At some point I was at Jenny's for some gathering, and at another, I was with some old guys on treadmills.
Then there was a reverse chase scene (reverse as in, though I was behind, I was the victim, being somehow forced/compelled to follow), in which I, in Eric's van, was behind Eric, in my van. He had a basilisk, which was very frightening, but I kept managing to run over some of its limbs, which it stuck out the back window. I eventually killed the basilisk by dropping a very heavy stool on its head repeatedly. The dream ended with a very peaceful rugby/picnic scene.