I had this amazing dream last night. It was sort of like Hannibal meets Agent Scully. Unfortunately, I can't remember much of it, or else I'd be the next Stephen King.
I always have dreams that I could turn into books if I could just frikkin' remember them. I remember there was a crucial part in my last dream, but I can't quite remember the exact details of it. Dagnabbit. I think I should go under hypnosis to unlock my subconscious. Although I don't know if I could write a novel filled with gore. It'd make me wonder what kind psycho I really was.
Well anyway. I'm jealous of my 15-yr-old cousin. He's got girls lining up at the door for him. I never had boys lining up at the door for me, ever. But I guess the one great catch that I got compensates for all that.
It's 11:11! Make a wish!
I love wishing on 11:11 =)
Have a good day hun
Making wishes. I am always always wishing, wishing.
Take care,