A bunch of us were going to run a poetry discussion at a library. The librarian gave me a big box of bookmarks to hand out made of a cool transparent plastic in a variety of colors.

Aerin was trying to use an overhead projector to present a poem, but everyone had their desks arranged in clusters, rather than in an organization that let everyone see the screen.

We tried rearranging the desks for a while, then decided that the small group discussions would be better than the whole group at once, so we left them in clusters after all.

Throughout this, I was noticing that my back was hurting a lot (in the dream), and when I woke up, it turned out I was lying wrong and my back *did* hurt. So much for the "pinching myself to be sure I'm not dreaming theory."