A Whale of a Dream

I had a really weird dream last night. mom and I were out in the pool at our old house. We were in a little raft thing, and suddenly something bumped into us. It was a killer whale. It started to attack us, and it ended up biting me while mom tried to row us to the back door of the house...apparently in my dream, the water from the pool went up to the back porch. So, we finally make it to the door and go inside. The next time we looked out the window, there were like five killer whales in our pool, each of them larger than the previous. Somehow, our pool had a large filter in the back and the whales were getting through it. The whales that were too big to fit just hung out on the farm behind the house. Thats basically the end of the dream. I think it has something to do with the fact that I am going to be here during whale season, which means I get to sit on the beach and watch whales, and the whales are going to be really close to the shore.

On a work related note, I have begun my hula lessons and am going to be a pro. I found someone to teach me how to surf. I get to start working full on next week, after only sitting in on a few classes. Pretty exciting.