I woke up this morning ... afternoon, thinking where has my time gone? Where has my time gone? Am I sleeping it away? Am I just not noticing it? Yes, I had dreams last night. Yes, I remember them due to the many instances that I woke up and wrote them down. Yes, for those of you who don't know, I record my dreams, and a majority of them I write out here. Yes, that is why this journal is called Lucid Dreams. Yes, I have strange dreams that I remember in great detail. No, I'm not going to write about them today. I have a horrible pain in my neck. You know the kind - the tenseness - the one that requires massaging to feel better. Comes from freaking out last night and sleeping in my brother's bed. Even though he's not home. I'd blame it on the ghost, but I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should stop blaming my fear on something else, and start blaming myself - taking responsibility for my paranoia. One of my dreams last week really had me thinking ... about plants. Thursday, in Kiddie Lit class, we had to do book talks on children's books. Two of the class members did Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree. That night I had a dream about trees and plants. And ... I realized that we ... have animal rights activists who say that animals have feelings - but what about plants? Just because they're different doesn't mean that they don't have feelings. They can't talk to us because they don't have mouths or vocal chords, lungs, any of the workings that we have. And maybe they would rather spend all of their time focusing on growing, because it takes a lot of work for them, because they have different metabolism. And maybe when we cut them down, chop them up, pick them ... we're seriously instilling in them hurt, fear of dying - because unlike us, they cannot be sewn back together in a hospital. There is no life support for plants. We also cannot hear them scream. Makes you wonder if when a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? I'm sure it would, were it capable of crying or screaming - as would the other trees, voicing their concern for their fallen friend, saying eulogies after his death. It does, however, take longer for a plant to die that it does an animal. You know, when flowers are separated from their roots (vital organs) it takes them half and hour, to hours, to days to die, where as if we humans were decapitated, our bodies would die most certainly within minutes. Poor plants ... I can only imagine what a slow death could be to them. Pretty roses that you give your honey on your anniversary, that she puts in her vase, I'm sure they'd scream in agony and fear if they could ... and if they could understand what was going on. ... sorry. My first grade teacher was right. Thinking is dangerous. I'm going ... to shower now, maybe it will clear my head. Luckily, I know that water does not have feelings. ... ... or does it?