I dreamed about dragons. It wasn't as fun as one might think it was, because we were on the side of the infiltration team that did NOT have the red and black dragons burning everything. We were on a precipice, looking across crumbling, black, smoking towers. I trenched myself in under some stairs and hoped for the best. The remains of the strike force teleported out but we realized there was a traitor in the midst. I thought one dude might have been the mole but I woke up before I could confirm the mole's identity.

Before that I dreamed about eating waffles, soft serve ice cream, and fried chicken with Justin? I guess it was okay but throughout the dream I had this nagging feeling that he actually had had a kid before he met me. I can't explain it, but I just knew in the dream and because of that I thought we were going to break up and I couldn't even enjoy the texture of the chicken that my brain had fabricated.

Anyways. Lewis Mumford is a Luddite with frighteningly colonial views on development and I need to write ten pages on him.