dreamy integration

The night after G-chatting with Wendy about what ICA folks are up to now that many of them are leaving Berkeley, I dreamed that:

Wendy, Helen, Alice, and I are on a medical relief trip in Honduras. Along with other people also on the trip, we rode on a medium-sized bus. The scenery was quite safari-like: we were dressed in tan and wearing hats, and the landscape was mostly yellow with clusters of dark green trees and bushes. (I am not sure what Honduras actually looks like). Upon arriving at our sleeping quarters, which was merely a large rusty tin-roofed shack with one bunk bed, we lay down our blankets, some on the bed and some on the floor. Wendy, Alice, and Helen immediately lay down (to rest, I guess? It was still the middle of the day). I, on the other hand, went outside to look at the surroundings, when suddenly a giant thunderstorm erupted. I got drenched and went back into the shack, thinking, "At least I have already showered today. This place has no running water." For some reason I hung my wet clothes outside to dry, even though it was still pouring.

Then I woke up.

This dream integrated events from real life:
1. None of us are at Cal anymore. We are going on/ have gone on to very different places.
2. I will be going to Honduras next week for medical relief trip.
3. Last week I really was drenched by a freak thunderstorm in Richmond, VA (which contributed to my subsequent illness).
4. I sometimes miss my ICA sisters.