When I was a little kid, when my summers were still free, we would visit family in Ohio.  It was pretty fun, hanging out with relatives and doing kid stuff.  Riding bikes, eating ice cream, and lighting off fire works.  It was fun.  We would go on long, long, walks with David in a wagon.  We would go to the library and visit an old Quaker Oats ( Read more... )

I hate dreams about zombies. Stupid zombies.

I had a dream that I was walking through a field of tall, yellow grass.  The sky was a slate gray, a little blue, a little gray, a little white.  There was a clear horizon, like God had cut a line right across the world.  The more I waked the more the world the world changed.  Sometimes I was staring at the sky and the bare branches of trees above ( Read more... )

I had a dream I was drowning.  From the inside out, all the water left my body.  I'm hot.

Someone smells like sex.

I had this disturbing dream today, where I kept being startled by shouting from this very loud, very rude, and apparently very drunk man.  In bed I would be dozing off when he would scream something loud and offensive and I would startle awake, heart pounding, stomach twisting, nervous, anxious reaction.  It all seemed very real when I would settle ( Read more... )