I only remember one dream from last night.
I was in the Peace Corps teaching at a school for boys. One of my classes was American History (which seems odd since I wasn't in America) and because I had a crush on the other Peace Corps volunteer (who wasn't all that pretty, to be honest, but she was the only single woman around who spoke English for about 500 miles) I helped her white out all of the "Civil War"s from the textbooks and change them to the "War Between the States". I think she must have been from Georgia or something because she made me say, "General Sherman, that bastard" when I lectured.
Still, I didn't get anywhere with her because she preferred to talk with her abusive boyfriend over the shortwave radio. I remember that it was a marine radio, even though we were in a desert.
She did let me taste her Blenheim's Ginger Ale (which I have never even tasted in real life), that was nice.
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