I never remember the beginning of my dreams but I was with Anne Hathaway in some square room with gray walls and she was teaching me how to be famous. Which is odd because I have no strong desire to be a celebrity. It wasn't until she told me that I should take acting classes that I realized she was completely naked (a la Love and Other Drugs which I had discussed with a friend earlier that day). Next thing I know, the scene changed. Anne Hathaway is gone and I'm no longer in the gray room. I'm water skiing (something I've tried once when I was younger and failed miserably at but not a strong emotional memory) and I'm gliding really well. I'm being pulled by a rope around my wrist and when I realize that what is attached to my rope is an enormous white whale (like Moby Dick a series I watched with my family before leaving for Pittsburgh) my skis disappear and I'm pulled underwater. I wasn't pulled underwater roughly it's more like I'm submerged underwater and gliding deeper and deeper down. The whale is picking up speed and the rope snaps, whips around, and cuts my rib (like Jesus). The whale swims away until consumed by darkness.
