disenchanted

I haven't been sleeping terribly well lately, but I've been dreaming (in a way that I can remember) instead. I hate it. I want my sleep back. The dreams have been rather interesting, though. There was one where I'd gone into the library with my friend and partook in some deviant library behavior like yelling, throwing stuff, painting on the walls, running around nekkid and that sort of thing. Nobody was there, so we just took the joint over with our craziness. There was another where I had mold all over my clothes for some unknown (yet gross, I'm sure) reason. There was another where I'd taken a bunch of little kids to the park and lost all of them. And yet another where a dinosaur made its way to class, but couldin' find a seat big enough.

Hooray for mind movies!