So ever have one of those dreams where you have a conversation with someone and you thought it really happened?

So that happened to me like eight times last night. I would talk to someone, realize it was a dream, and then...in my dream...I would go back and fix what I said so I could say it in "real life"...even though it was still a dream. I was so confused by the end of it all. I had said all these things to all these people and I didn't know which part of it was a dream and which part of it was reality...so then I wake up and I'm like "...Oh...it was all a dream. Great."

Snowdays are always nice. Especially when your school doesn't believe in them.

Working on a new fic already. I'm excited about this one =D

And then I have to read the impossibly-long 5th chapter of The Great Gatsby. Which, btw, is a really great book so far.

Lost continues to corrupt my dreams - I had some dream about a polar bear skull (Ty, Charlotte Lewis) and then there was a scene that seemed to imply it was post-FF Charlie, because Hurley was telling Claire about seeing Charlie and she started crying...? Idk. Oh...and I had a dream I was at someone's house and I had, like, ten minutes to get home before Lost started. And I didn't really care if I missed it. Ahhh somethings wrong there.

And then I was on the Island and Desmond and I were getting in a fight about who gets a seat on the helicopter - me or him. I have yet to have a dream where I'm nice to him and he's nice to me.

That's about it.

"He Returned Changed" later tonight! I think.

And why did the one about the premiere have to be funny?

Seriously. This dream was just a repeat of the premiere in my head with some added elements of my subconscious.


My subconscious is screwed up.

Now, personal rant.

No. Really. Saph just did a post about Lost dreams so I have to talk about this. Minor spoiler included.