Un film pauroso e un sogno.
I went to see The Strangers tonight and oh man, it's so good. You have to see it. My expectations were not that high but I was very pleased. The only thing that kinda sucked was that there were a lot of people talking and making noise and being stupid in the theater. That really aggravates me. Maybe I shouldn't go to see movies when they first come out. Sometimes I feel like I'm a grumpy old man. But yes, go see The Strangers.
Last night I had a dream that I went to Spain with Lisa. Which is funny because Bryan, Carol and Kyrie are going to Spain, not Lisa. When we arrived in Madrid it was raining unbelievably hard, like a rainstorm of Biblical proportions. We had to catch this bus but the water was all the way up to the top of the bus. But for some reason I wasn't afraid; it was more like an adventure. Lisa and I made it onto the bus alright and rode it out to our town in the countryside.
It was one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had; I remember the way the sky looked and the colors and the weather and the signs in the streets and everything. And Lisa was my travel buddy. The whole time I just had this feeling that everything was going to be okay, no matter what. Despite the rainstorm and despite the difficulties of living in a foreign country, I wasn't worried. When I woke up I had this feeling like "I can do this. I can live abroad. But first I have to get my passport." It's weird that it happened in Spain and not Italy or France or Germany.
I don't know if this makes sense. It's super late and I'm tired.
Last night I had a dream that I went to Spain with Lisa. Which is funny because Bryan, Carol and Kyrie are going to Spain, not Lisa. When we arrived in Madrid it was raining unbelievably hard, like a rainstorm of Biblical proportions. We had to catch this bus but the water was all the way up to the top of the bus. But for some reason I wasn't afraid; it was more like an adventure. Lisa and I made it onto the bus alright and rode it out to our town in the countryside.
It was one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had; I remember the way the sky looked and the colors and the weather and the signs in the streets and everything. And Lisa was my travel buddy. The whole time I just had this feeling that everything was going to be okay, no matter what. Despite the rainstorm and despite the difficulties of living in a foreign country, I wasn't worried. When I woke up I had this feeling like "I can do this. I can live abroad. But first I have to get my passport." It's weird that it happened in Spain and not Italy or France or Germany.
I don't know if this makes sense. It's super late and I'm tired.