well, this was really weird, but I dreamt I was ms cinnamon girl up^^
there. I don't really remember everything I did in my dream, the
dream was sort of a "day in the life of" style, but I remember this
overwhelming sensation of "I wouldn't do this *this* way!" but I
couldn't stop it, because I wasn't *me*, so of course things were
getting done differently. It was so weird. Like I was locked into
a personality that didn't fit me right.

well my dream then segued into this horrible part where not only was
I forced to watch all of _Gone with the Wind_, I was also forced to
sit through all the sequels and parodies and TV spoofs of it ever
made, none of which, of course had Clark Gable in them. >shudder<
[i really dilike _Gone with the Wind_ and, frankly, most of the tales
of the rape of the South after the Civil War. WHich is probably what
forced me into the next part of the dream...]

and then I was actually *in* the South. Heather and I were on the front
porch of this huge house on some large piece of property, talking.
It was summer, very humid, and very very green. we were in some
rolling kind of country. east of us, on a hill was a big house,
though nobody was living in it. heather was insisting that I should
go find it and check it out by myself. I didn't get how I was supposed
to find it by hiking through all the trees, and she explained that the
front of it had columns, kind of like classical greek columns [like
you see a lot on gov't buildings in DC], except they were square.