i dreamed the night before last that i was going to a birthing class. and it was being hosted in this huge huge high school. the first class was just telling us where to meet and how we would be divided up into groups and it was a total waste of time and we were mad. they let us out for a 10 minute break and we were all trying to find our way to the vending machines but the place was a maze. we kept having to walk through all these basketball courts and i could see the vending machines out the window but i couldn't find them. and then i met clint eastwood. and in his old age he had become a famous artist who drew fabulous line drawings of predatory birds, and he wanted me to be his muse so he could draw me nude.
and then i woke up.