dreams

I have had two notably strange dreams in the past week.

First, I dreamed that Sammy was talking to me.  I can't remember what I had asked him, but his exact response was:

"It's not about the money, money, money.  I don't need your money, money, money.  I just want to make the world dance.  Forget about the price tag."  Then he shook his head, crawled under his blanket, and went to sleep.

In my second dream, I was teaching my senior class and had the worst gas in the history of bad gas.  It was loud and frequent and embarrassing.  And, being seniors, they all commented on it.  I woke up in a complete panic that it was real and I had officially lost all of their respect.  It was not real, but whether or not I have their respect is still up in the air.