Dream this morning:
Cameron Diaz was my best friend. We were going to school together here in AZ and planning a trip, first to Nebraska but since my parents and grandparents were living here, we decided to go to Africa instead. I had already been camping there many times. (Strangely, in the dream I had memories of camping there.) So, we skipped out of a final exam. Cameron lied about when we had to leave so we could have the test postponed. I took my History book and a book on Star Wars with me. I had tests in both when we got back and wanted to study. We were almost ready to leave, but I remembered I hadn't packed the tent. So I woke my dad up and tried to get him to clean up the tent. We were late though and Cameron was getting mad at me and I was getting mad at Dad. So I folded up the tent and packed it myself. We made it to the airport just in time. The plane kept taxiing though and never took off. Cameron was terrified of flying.
Wow, Eric went to work early and told me to stay in bed. I just got up. *yawn*