Alabama
Tonight I leave for AU and I must admit that I am a bit apprehensive. I think I become that way every time I'm about to leave home -- leave my comfort zone -- for more than a couple days. I truly hope that I will be able to sleep while I'm there, my insomnia has really been acting up lately. It never used to be this bad, I could go to sleep around 3 or 4, and it was usually only a few days out of the week. Now it has grown to everyday, staying up until 6. I wouldn't mind this if I was actually doing something, like hanging out with friends, while I was up for all the hours, but I never am. I'm usually just reading or tossing and turning. I suppose I'll just pack some Nyquil, although, ever since Matt had battle to "fight the addiction" I'm not so sure I want to do it. But because of the situation (having to wake up at 7 every morning and exert extreme physical effort through out the day) I think it is necessary to get a full night's sleep.
I had a weird dream last night. It was about bugs, and lots of them. They were disgusting little creatures, these bugs. Some looked like enlarged leeches and they'd crawl up your clothes and then bite you (which would cause you to die). The other bugs were huge mosquitoes which you would inhale and that would cause you to die. The entire human race was being attacked by bugs and it was systematically killing off almost everyone. There were quite a few people left, but an extremely small percentage compared to the number that now inhabits the earth. I escaped and went home to my mom and dad, who both had also escaped. I asked my Dad what was happening and why we had escaped and he simply replied, "Have you ever heard of Darwin's "Survival of the Fittest?". And for some reason when he said this, I became excited. I think the reason is because I thought that his (Darwin's) theory had been proven. A bunch of people my age then came to our back door and were begging to come in. Although the storm of bugs had subsided, they had all lost their parents and for some reason couldn't go back to their own homes. I suppose that our house was the only house that had escaped the sea of bugs unscathed. I didn't let them in, I didn't want my dad to get mad since he was out somewhere. I knew he'd become irate if he found a bunch of people in our house and say "This isn't a god damn shelter!". The group of people came in two packs, girls and boys. They were completely seperated, I don't know why that was. One of the guys started banging on the door and almost breaking it, when he did this all the guys teamed up on him and beat him to a pulp. I felt bad for not letting them in but I just couldn't. When my dad returned he said that they were expecting another swarm of the bugs the next day and I realized that I pretty much left all those people out there to die. My dad said that we were going to his friends bomb shelter for protection. We left for his friends house driving down completey empty streets. It was extremely overcast and eery. Then I woke up and let out a huge sigh of relief, but I was also disappointed. As horrible as this sounds, I was relieved that much of human race was gone because I figured there would be less problems. I think this dream all stemmed from Eric and I talking about the end of the world. Thanks for the nightmare Eric!