I really hope he comes over tonight. Or that we do SOMETHING. I havn't seen him in a week, and before that, like 2 weeks. I am going to start reading The Once and Future King. There is so much in that book, that I didn't understand last year when I read the first half. blah. __________________________________________ HAHA! ok, well I was just informed that the De Smet mixer was for seventh and eighth graders. I find that hilarious. He came over. I was very happy. We watched Windtalkers. My sentences are elementary school level. coolness. I need to start writing more in cursive. My signature looks like complete trash. Good luck in your game tomorrow morning Nathan. _______________________________ I had a nightmare for the first time in years last night. Well, a semi-nightmare. I always get these dreams that I remember, where all this horrible stuff is happening, that should scare the crap out of me, since I'm sleeping and all, but none of it does. I think I may have become semi-conscious in dreams, instead of completely unconscious. My dreams have become my world, if something in a dream is going in a way that I don't want it to, then I take charge and change what is happening just by thinking it. Thus, the only panic I recieved from my nightmare last night was when I woke up and still couldnt breathe. The dream had a lot of parallels to IT, which I find strange. A brief summary: There was a couple in the car, a woman hanging from a noose while still sitting in the drivers seat, and a man stabbed to death in the back seat. There was an inflatable clown that looked remarkably like Pennywise the dancing clown left, covered in blood, in the front passenger seat of the car. The woman was still alive, and was blinking frantically while gripping the rope tied around her neck. Then, both of them were alive, and they were my parents, even though they seemed only a few years older than me. Then, I hung from a noose at my house after eating soup, watching my cats get eaten by a giant spider that used to be a clown, and knowing my dogs and my 'parents' would eventually be eaten too. My 'dad' couldn't find the scissors, so he just left me hanging, not being able to breathe. Somehow I could walk around while hanging (I guess that was something I changed to suit me). After looking for scissors and finding them, I cut off the rope, and I had a huge greenish-purplish bruise stretching all the way around my neck. After I still felt like I was being strangled, I realized that the dream was not going a way that I was ok with, and I woke up to still not being able to breathe.