I dreamed about sending Norwegian backediting to Wolf.

I dreamed that Kyle was mad at me.

I was in an elevator. All four of our guinea pigs–Moses, Wasabi, Macha, and Bedhead–were running around in the bottom tray of the cage. The sides were missing. They ran over to wires near the elevator floor and tried to chew on them.

I was in a building, looking out the window, and saw a tornado coming. I ran into the bathroom and tried to curl in the space between the tub and the toilet, praying that I would survive.