I went back to bed, got up five minutes later, got sick again, lay on the couch for a good twenty minutes until I knew I was fine, went back upstairs and went to sleep. This happened around 6:30. I had a weird dream where I was invited with other alumni to perform as a guest musician in a concert at my high school. Backstage before the show I had a discussion with our Rhodes Scholar (or whatever she was that put her in the top 0.25% -- Matt? Jen? Renee? Does anybody remember?) who grew up to be a goth. If I tried to imagine this in real life I couldn't have done it, but in my dream she came out looking somewhat like a cute Dr. Frankenfurter.
When we actually got onstage, most of us were assigned to instruments we'd never played before. I got lucky and got the harpsichord (the same harpsichord we used to get yelled at for playing during study hall). Midway through the show we were interrupted by a group of soldiers -- male and female, all chosen for their extreme attractiveness (don't ask me how I knew this) -- who stormed onto the stage, distributed draft letters, did a quick gymnastics routine while reciting a poem about all the neat things you get to do in the army, and took off. The concert was pretty much over. Everybody went home kind of depressed. I woke up.
While I was in the shower I caught myself wondering how I'd break the bad news of the draft to my parents, then realizing that they'd been in the audience at the concert, then realizing that I was probably not awake enough yet to be showering.
* Dave used to do this. He probably still does, but these days he does it in California.