I had a rather odd dream last night (surprise!) in which there was a promotion test at the dojo, scheduled to begin in the middle of the night. Jessie was there, naturally, and so were Mao and Ashing. Before it began, I started wandering around the area, climbing up hills to look at the pretty constellations. I was able to recognize them all, too, since their names were written right next to them in the sky. Then Billy Joel and his kleptomaniac sister-in-law showed up. The former claimed he was attempting to grow a goatee on his tongue and asked me for Jessie's phone number. I never did get to see the promotion test, since I was suddenly transported to an amusement park and found myself skipping around in a bumper boat with Mr. Joel. 'Twas annoying.

My head is cluttered with conflicting ideas, and I should go.

Adieu.