Curling
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Lucid Intent? No
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I was in a supermarket with Katie and some other peeps. I saw the author of some Christian book in one of the aisles, and went to grab Katie to point him out to her. When we came back, the guy was nowhere to be found, and the aisle was absolutely swarming with people who we kept on bumping into. We then got over to another aisle, but now we’re looking for someone else. We get to Platt, and we find him (this person is now a young, good looking guy, not the old kind of ugly guy that was the Christian book author). We see him over talking to Dolphin and/or Caleb Perry. He turns out to be Isaac. He acknowledges me, which confuses my friends, since I wasn’t supposed to be acquainted with the mystery person we were seeking. He’s out visiting Mudd, apparently staying with Dolphin, not quite sure why. Anyway, he mentions that he’s become the “guy who can’t settle down and figure out what he’s doing” . I’d heard that he was changing majors a lot, so I ask him what his latest is. He says that he’s only been switching his second major. I try to ask what his first major is, but somehow I never get an answer. We thought he was visiting because he’s considering a transfer, but apparently he’s not. He’s looking at a map of CU, discussing his rooming opportunities for next year (our room draw boards are, coincidentally, still up). He’s hoping for a good single in one of the dorms (this doesn’t make sense, since he’s already had good options off campus before). We ask him if he’s considering going back to the off-campus location with Sophia. He says no.
Not much later, I am sitting on a pile of beanbags/blankets with Dolphin. We are trying a new invention of his, which he calls “human curling”. We go sliding around the room (which is like Platt, except it has a lot more floor space with no couches on it, and the ceiling is much higher, with big columns on the west end) as if we are a curling stone on ice (very little friction, at least compared to what it would be if we actually tried this!). I thought that Mason (who was sitting directly behind me – sledding style, so I was essentially on his lap- on the beanbag contraption) was propelling it, but then I discovered that he was simply using his feet to “sweep” the floor like curlers do. I helped out, and we were able to go faster. It was awesome. At some point, Mason was exchanged for Millie Ferguson as my “curling” mate. Not sure how/when that happened.
Additional Comments:
- Mason's nickname is Dolphin.
