Dreams and comics
Apparently Bobby has the first edition of the Frank Miller Daredevil. He texted me yesterday afternoon. Didn't get it because I didn't have my phone on. And then around 2 this morning, he texted me and asked if I was up. I can't remember if I was. At one point last night, my brother was snoring, and then all of a sudden said, 'Jesus is a pervert'. I start laughing and mom says he's asleep, and then he goes, 'Right, Leah?' And I laugh harder, and mom tells me to be quiet so I don't wake him, and he told us he wasn't asleep. He'd just woken up from a dead sleep and blurted that out.
When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream that I was infiltrating what seemed to be a police station, filled with vampires and other creepy crawlies. I went from room to room, and they were everywhere. One hallway had a bunch of kids in paintball outfits, and I didn't know what they were because they were wearing helmets. I finally get to where I need to be, which is this kinda spa room where there are relaxing massaging beds with curtained walls that, if you stand, comes to your waist. So I grab me one, and these two kids (monsters of some kind but they look normal) stand up on theirs (which is at the foot of mine) and start talking to me, like they so often do when you're on a bus or plane or in a booth at a restaurant. They're total snobs, and immediately recognize me as a human. I tell them to mind their own business, and the boy demands I let him smell my wrist (apparently that's how you tell) and I'm all, 'No! Go away!' Finally, the person I was waiting for sits down in a chair beside my bed and tells them to leave me alone. She's a seer, and has a book I need.
We leave, and go to this other location where we meet up with some other creepy crawlie do-gooders. We hide in the parking lot and watch this door. Not sure what's in the building, but you have to be supernatural of some kind to get in. You stand in front of the door and wave or tap a green glowstick against it and it lets you in. How do I get in, you ask? I have the book. Which apparently tricks the sensor. So me and this asian dude go in, and immediately pull our guns and pull the seer inside. That's when I woke up.
When I went to bed again, I had dreams that were so confusing, my brain can't make sense of them. At one point, I'm living with Tabby and a radio station calls me at my old number and I miss the opportunity to win something. At at some other point, my brain fast-forwards through another story by showing a comic book being flipped through. Weird.
When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream that I was infiltrating what seemed to be a police station, filled with vampires and other creepy crawlies. I went from room to room, and they were everywhere. One hallway had a bunch of kids in paintball outfits, and I didn't know what they were because they were wearing helmets. I finally get to where I need to be, which is this kinda spa room where there are relaxing massaging beds with curtained walls that, if you stand, comes to your waist. So I grab me one, and these two kids (monsters of some kind but they look normal) stand up on theirs (which is at the foot of mine) and start talking to me, like they so often do when you're on a bus or plane or in a booth at a restaurant. They're total snobs, and immediately recognize me as a human. I tell them to mind their own business, and the boy demands I let him smell my wrist (apparently that's how you tell) and I'm all, 'No! Go away!' Finally, the person I was waiting for sits down in a chair beside my bed and tells them to leave me alone. She's a seer, and has a book I need.
We leave, and go to this other location where we meet up with some other creepy crawlie do-gooders. We hide in the parking lot and watch this door. Not sure what's in the building, but you have to be supernatural of some kind to get in. You stand in front of the door and wave or tap a green glowstick against it and it lets you in. How do I get in, you ask? I have the book. Which apparently tricks the sensor. So me and this asian dude go in, and immediately pull our guns and pull the seer inside. That's when I woke up.
When I went to bed again, I had dreams that were so confusing, my brain can't make sense of them. At one point, I'm living with Tabby and a radio station calls me at my old number and I miss the opportunity to win something. At at some other point, my brain fast-forwards through another story by showing a comic book being flipped through. Weird.