Timber Wild

I dreamt that I was taking a class. A friend of mine and I, a cross between SP and Nikolaj Coster, were taking the class. We had a long standing friendship and had fun in situations like these. We thought a lot alike, so could enjoy even boring things when done together. We were there before the rest of the class and the instructor. The lights were off in the classroom and we were milling about, setting up our desks, find the right spot to sit and so on. Our chemistry was so strong that the air felt thick. It was a wonderful feeling. We didn't have to do anything but think and we would feel this heavy connection.

The instructor came in. He was a tall sheepish fellow with glasses. He had brought some special doughnuts of the season from a local bakery. He was cheerful and proud to have brought this gift for the class. The class started and we sat next to each other a few rows back from the front.

Class was over and we walked out of the room into a main area. There was a table a level down from us that was full of a group of men. Then a very tall lumberjack looking man passed right in front of us. He didn't look real with how massive he was. I then looked a little closer at the far off table. It was the Baldwin brothers all talking with strong east coast accents. They said they were purchasing this part of the building and were going to have a pizza joint there calld Timber Wild and Sons.