La de dah, my brain has died....
Blarg, another night of weird ass dreams. I had a weird dream, and I woke up in the middle of the night, and I guess I had rolled over too much, because my grandmother was right next me. Maybe I woke her up, because she grabbed at me but I moved back over and we both went back to sleep. That was still terrifying, though.
I also dream that, even though it was the middle of summer, there was a thunderstorm and our street had flooded-more that flooded, It was like my house was a boat in the ocean. And the street next to my house seemed to just be one huge, waterfall-like downfall. Daryl called me and said he might be coming over; I looked outside and said he might have a little trouble. Then, these huge waves start up, and I rushed to get my camera but the wave crashed over me. Another wave did the same thing, and I worried about my camera getting wet. I was soaked, do I went back inside to find some clean clothes. I found a good top, but it was really sheer, so I went looking for an undershirt to go with it. I ended up finding a new dresser full of new clothes I hadn’t worn yet.
I feel as if there was more, but I don’t remember.
Arg, that reminds me that my grandmother was asking me questions when I was still half-sleep. It drove me nuts. Can’t she see that I’m asleep and I’m not answering her stupid questions that don’t even involve her? She does the same thing with the phone-she always yells at me to talk to people because her English is bad. It’s always telemarketers and automated phone calls. She did that before when I was in the bathroom. No, I’m not marching out there to pick up the phone, even if you yell four times. Then she woke up my brother to do it. Stupid.
Anyway, I’m starting to pack. I figure I don’t need to iron, since we’ll be ironing at the con. I need to pick up a couple of travel things at Target. Oh, mustn’t forget Mokona. Oh, when I’m at Target I can get a giant bag for towels and blankets and stuff.
Gah! Two more days!!!!! *dies*
I also dream that, even though it was the middle of summer, there was a thunderstorm and our street had flooded-more that flooded, It was like my house was a boat in the ocean. And the street next to my house seemed to just be one huge, waterfall-like downfall. Daryl called me and said he might be coming over; I looked outside and said he might have a little trouble. Then, these huge waves start up, and I rushed to get my camera but the wave crashed over me. Another wave did the same thing, and I worried about my camera getting wet. I was soaked, do I went back inside to find some clean clothes. I found a good top, but it was really sheer, so I went looking for an undershirt to go with it. I ended up finding a new dresser full of new clothes I hadn’t worn yet.
I feel as if there was more, but I don’t remember.
Arg, that reminds me that my grandmother was asking me questions when I was still half-sleep. It drove me nuts. Can’t she see that I’m asleep and I’m not answering her stupid questions that don’t even involve her? She does the same thing with the phone-she always yells at me to talk to people because her English is bad. It’s always telemarketers and automated phone calls. She did that before when I was in the bathroom. No, I’m not marching out there to pick up the phone, even if you yell four times. Then she woke up my brother to do it. Stupid.
Anyway, I’m starting to pack. I figure I don’t need to iron, since we’ll be ironing at the con. I need to pick up a couple of travel things at Target. Oh, mustn’t forget Mokona. Oh, when I’m at Target I can get a giant bag for towels and blankets and stuff.
Gah! Two more days!!!!! *dies*