8:16 Friday Morning   Lasts This is the last time I'll ever live November 5, 2004. This is also my last day of classes for the year. This is possibly the last time I'll celebrate Guy Fawkes' day, unless things turn out great and I move back. My dad thinks I won't. My dad doesn't believe in a lot of the things I do. I guess he's just trying to be realistic but it's still quite the damper. Anyway, last night I had the weirdest dream! I was at the party at Caleb's with Zeb and Caleb. People from Utah were showing up, and then I blew up half the world. I had an outside view of the world as I blew half of it up. It was quite beautiful, actually. Frightening but beautiful. The swirling of clouds. And suddenly I was going over the clouds, holding on to someone. I was so scared I would let go and he/she would be lost forever into the clouds and out into space. I donno, it was really really weird. The days were a lot shorter, too, and this is proof that I dream in colour, I remember the reds and oranges and purples and blues and yellows in the sky. It was beautiful. Beautiful with an undertone of fear.