I come down with a sore throat and cold. Honestly I don’t remember that at all. I do, however, remember the Mozart dream.
Had class — sat at restaurant ’till lunch. Played piano after lunch — talked with Peter a bit. Went home and did some underwear and studying. Went down to supper. After supper went w/ John to McDonald’s to eat. And then John made me show him the Augustinian (ran into Colette and she went along). We didn’t get home ’till 10:00. I realized that I felt absolutely terrible and had a bad bad sore throat. Tried to study a bit. Was extremely cold — it started raining like crazy. I must have had a fever ’cause in the middle of the night I was sweating like a pig (the fever must have broke). I dreamed that I was Mozart and was wandering around Salzburg — everyone kept hitting me and giving me wrong directions. Finally, I couldn’t sleep so I got up, went into the mini-kitchen to tried to study. After about 10 minutes I realized I was nauseous as hell. So I ate some Tums and went back to bed. I looked out the window and the sky was beautiful. It must have been Jupiter that shown so brightly. In the evening the air was remarkably clear — I could see all details on the mountain — I could even see mountains I never saw before. They say that if you can see the mountains clearly — that means it will rain. And sure enough – it rained.
But Anyway — I eventually fell asleep. I think it was all test anxiety. I don’t know, though, I feel good enough to go to Hellbrunn which is the scheduled trip. Oh well, maybe it’ll rain.
I can’t believe this isn’t in the log, but the best part about the Mozart dream is that in the morning, Lance told me that in the middle of the night I sat up yelling something in German! Maybe I was really dreaming in German. Too bad I still couldn’t speak it when I was awake! I don’t remember who “Peter” was — I think he was a West Chester student with long hair…probably liked Gentle Giant. “John made me show him the Augustinian” — that’s pretty funny. How dare he force me to take him to a beer garden!
Capitalizing “But Anyway” is a reference to a character I created named But Anyway. But Anyway had a pet dog named Balboa, and a tyrannosaurus for a friend. He appeared mostly in letters I’d write to friends away at college. I still like the concept.