Palm Harbor, FL
Non-Lucid
I got into a taxi at the airport in LA. Zac is with me. We are heading to my dorm at USC. Apparently I had returned for grad school. I don't know the airport area to well but once I got closer I recognized some buildings. I told the people I finally recognized where I was. I didn't know the fastest way from there but I knew the general direction. The driver said not to worry he knew the fastest way and turned into a bank. IN TO THE BANK. He started driving the down the hallways and into the elevator (it was a big elevator). The elevator took us up a floor or two and he pulled out and started over a bridge. We finally got to the school and Zac and I got to work on strangely enough a theatrical production. The coolest part was everyone there wanted to be part of it. A lot of undergrads looked up to us. We were the big men on campus, film school style, because despite the theatre piece we were still in the School of Cinematic Arts. We were working all day and all night so I grabbed naps at lunch time. The dream finished with a undergrad girl coming and waking me up during my nap and asking excitedly if I was Michael Schatz. Darn right I am!
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