dreams are funny things. you get all wrapped up in it until your alarm clock goes off. sometimes i wish i could live in my dreams. sometimes i wish i never have to sleep because i'm scared to dream.

i just remembered that when i was in the lovely city (NOT!) of houston, i dreamt that i encountered the Evil One. it was eating snakes & worms, all bloody and wanted me to eat them too. i woke up so scared but i didn't want to say anything to my atheistic brother's household.

but then last night in my lofty bed (it really is lofty - it's a loft bed), i dreamt that i was traveling and the feeling was so filled with fun & adventure. i wish i could've slept on!