A drunken night with good oldies, good times
These are the two kinds of dreams I hate.
1. The kind where you know you've had a weird, maybe scary dream but you can't remember it. You get flashes of it during the day, only enough to make you wonder if it is actually a dream, or something you've experienced.
2. The really good ones that you wake up in the middle of. I always seem to try to go straight back to sleep, as if trying to catch it before it floats away. It never works.

These are the two kinds of dreams I hate.
1. The kind where you know you've had a weird, maybe scary dream but you can't remember it. You get flashes of it during the day, only enough to make you wonder if it is actually a dream, or something you've experienced.
2. The really good ones that you wake up in the middle of. I always seem to try to go straight back to sleep, as if trying to catch it before it floats away. It never works.
denimjesus:
thanks for the b-day wishes.
