Minneapolis dream

I dreamed last night that I went back to Minneapolis. I was riding my bike somtimes, but usually walking around, in the none-too-exciting area just east of my mother's house. I enjoyed being back there, but I didn't really feel like it was my home anymore, and it seemed like everywhere I went there was someone trying to rip me off or get me to do destructive things.

There was some sort of underground bookstore there, with local comics and hard to find porn. One of the comics was by a boyfriend/girlfriend team (he draws, she writes) that were friends of mine. In waking reality they really did do a comic book that was actually almost decent, and in the dream I was very excited to see that they had done another one, which was much improved over their real one. The story was about a young suburban girl who had gone to visit someone in the woods for a few days (much like the setting of the dream I had about my father the other day), and she was quite homesick. If she slept in the house something bad might happen to her, so some little kids set up a mattress for her outside of the house under a barren tree. Something bad happened to her anyway: John Travolta came over to posses her and turn her into him. She resisted, and avoided becoming Mr. Travolta, but did end up becoming a man (still keeping at least part of her personality), a bearish homsexual no less, and found herself a nice blond guy to settle down with. They took a plane home and lived happily ever after.

The main dream and the comic book have one thing in common: someone far away from their place of comfort, where bad things could happen to you. The woodsy scene...am I feeling...outside of society in some way? I don't know. Actually, this dream does not really seem to speak to me so clearly, and I'm surprised that I remembered so much of it, 'casue there's actually alot of little details that I'm not writing down here. I have no idea where John Travolta came from.

I got a paper back from my history TA. I got a B-. I really don't like him. Today he was insulting catholics and police officers in class. He has such a one-sided view of things. I'm not necessarily a big fan of police officers (or so much catholics either), but they're still human, and alot more complicated than he gives them credit for. And no, I'm not just bitter about the grade; he's been annoying the hell out of me since day one.