Mr. Rattitude and the newcomers go nose to nose with each other through the ramp blocking the passage between levels, but no one’s gotten their noses, feet or tails bitten off, so that’s good.

Just when I thought I was sleeping better, I wake up a million times throughout my sleep. I feel well-rested, though, and that’s what’s most important.

I had loads of fun breaking into Alyssa’s house, even though she lived with her parents. Yeah, I had some fun and interesting dreams last night. No one was home (of course) and I’m not sure how I got into the house or why. I just knew it was where they lived. I looked around the place curiously, but of course I didn’t take anything. The longer I spent snooping around, the more I feared someone might return, so I went to leave the place. Just as I was heading down the driveway, I realized I had forgotten something I wanted to see, whatever that was, so I reentered the house. It was a good thing too, because I’d left my jacket inside which I’d taken off so I could look around more comfortably. On my way out I twisted the knob on the door handle behind me, not wanting them to find an unlocked door or suspect anyone had gone roaming around their house. It then occurred to me that I should’ve worn gloves because I’d left my fingerprints on that knob as I turned it. I moved quickly down their driveway in hopes of two things… that someone else’s fingerprints would override mine, and that no one had witnessed me coming or going.

In another dream Andy and I were exchanging voice messages, then we were talking live.