I am in Durham, NC and I did not know how ghetto this place was. At the same time I think it is nice to get out of my Blacksburg bubble. Coming to Duke, I caught up with Minah, a high school friend, and it was really good. We talked about where we were, what happened since we last saw each other and how people we knew were doing. Going to bed was interesting because this couch is definately not big enough for me, but surprisingly I had a really good night’s sleep. I woke up refreshed, but the dream I had troubled me. For one, it was vivid (I never really dream and I never really remember my dreams and the dreams are never really vivid). Two, in the dream a friend was having some kind of trouble with life. I haven’t talked to this girl in a long time, so it is a bit disconcerting. She doesn’t have facebook. She doesn’t have twitter. She doesn’t really do anything with technology. She does have an email account that’s her school’s and I don’t want to email her on that because it seems stalkerish. So I did the next best thing, I texted her. Now I’m just waiting for a reply because I texted her at 9 in the morning when she probably isn’t awake. I’m sure the dream was nothing and it would be good to hear from her.
