Dream deferred ...

Have you ever had a dream that was so strange it stuck with you all day, made everything tweek just a bit. Its not necessarily a bad dream, or a negative effect, its just that everytime you let your gaurd down - it comes back to the scene from your minds eye.

Last night I dreamt I was shot 9 times, the bullets were longed in my midsection. I felt myself get shot, I felt a stinging feeling for the whole dream. It was a compilation of the house I grew up in, the classes I have today, members of my present and past family and actors. Yeah - tell me thats not strange, how do you get Adrian Paul and Jimmy Falon in the same setting? I remember intricate details about everything, having to drive myself to the hospital after dropping my sister off at school, a hunting store that doubled as my politics class, being on a train with several other people showing them that I had been shot and telling them I was running late. I made reference to assignments I had due today. It was all quite surreal - but the strange part - the one face I can't remember is the man who was sitting in his dark blue old muscle car who shot me.

But I guess thats one for the cosmo's to figure out. This past weekend was a bust: I didn't get as much study done as I would have liked, Levi didn't come visit and we didn't go to Sig Ball, and I spent Sunday ill. The cars haven't yet been sorted out, classes and work are still progressing, and to state the obvious - life goes on.

Status quo ...