Riots, Family

Two nights ago I spent the last 2 hours of my day before falling asleep using my computer and listening to the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack. Consequently, I dreamt about riots at Duke much like the riots scene of the movie. It was interesting, and scary. It was not clear what the riots were about, but I spent most of the dream running from place to place trying to avoid either side of whatever was going on. I ended up in a room where and unidentified Indian student was directing the mass production of posters promoting peace (as part of DUU's response to the riots).

One night ago I dreamt that I was in Peru, perhaps studying abroad, and my aunt was going to give a lecture at a local university on pharmacology. My cousins were going to go listen too so I thought I would join them. I went there via a van my cousins and I took, and spoke to a male student sitting next to me once I got there and told him I was from the U.S.

Not that exciting, I suppose.