Last night I had my first Chinese dream. I was dreaming about the Sociology class I had to take last spring. It was a terrible class. Anyway, the teacher was lecturing in Chinese. I don't remember what she was saying, but it occurred to me that I didn't know she spoke Chinese. And then it occurred to me that if my teachers really lectured in Chinese, I would probably have an amazing vocabulary. So I guess a bit later I realized I was dreaming. It was bizarre. It's exciting, though, because dreaming in the language is supposed to mean something. It doesn't really seem to mean much these days, but, interestingly, her Chinese in the dream was better than mine in real life. Doesn't that suck?

Saturday I went and played some laser-tag for a friend's birthday. It was a lot of fun, though the equipment sort of went crazy the second round. I have to say that if I played that game a couple times a week, I would probably be pretty fit. I exercised muscles in my legs that I haven't even moved in months. I'm sore...

Tomorrow, if all goes as planned, I will get to try my first Beijing Noodles. They are famous, but apparently kind of hard to find, so I'm doing it with some Americans who know a place tomorrow.

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