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Nic and I visited an abandoned brick factory.

I had a dream that I was in the backyard riding a bicycle. Which even in the dream was really weird because our backyard is at an incline and not very level. Then our dog Larry was outside with me, and he left. Then later he returned and I asked him where he went, and all the while I was still riding the bicycle.

Last night I had a dream that one of my teeth broke and another fell out.

Last night I had a dream that I was watching over two little kids. They were around 8 years old, a boy and a girl. The beginning of the dream is the foggiest as I’ve already been at work for 30 minutes. The most memorable part of the dream was returning “home” and getting the kids inside.

There was something important about watching the kids that I can’t remember but it at the corner of my mind.

So once we’re back at “home”, we’re in the front yard right next to the porch. My boyfriend’s dad appears, but somehow let the “bunny” out. Only this bunny is the size of my very large, fat cat. The bunny is talking to me, but I can’t remember what it said. Only that it was trying to find me. So I picked it up and carried it inside.

Then the only other thing I really remember is sitting on a couch or a chair in the living room. It is dark, because the lighting is poor, and the living room resembles the living room I had when I lived in Georiga.

Then I woke up.

So I play a lot of yoville application on facebook. I like dressing up characters and designing the houses, etc… >.> Don’t judge me. To make extra coins I go to yoville beauty pageants hosted in people’s homes. They’re relatively entertaining, only they take FOREVER.

Most of my dream last night was based around the general design of those beauty pageants. I was sitting in desks with … about 5 other people and we were being given instructions. (only I don’t think it was actually a beauty pageant) We weren’t little yoville characters either, just normal people. I can’t remember what we were doing, but it was weird. LOL

… and to end on a disappointing note, that’s all I remember.

& Ren Faire was a sweaty-sweaty success…

Two nights ago I had the creepiest dream. I don’t really remember the beginning so I’m not sure how I got where I was. From what I can remember I was on a concrete slab, almost like a patio, but in the dream it was just behind a parking lot and on the opposite side was a hill and woods.

In my dream there is this creepy little guy. He is really disfigured, but that wasn’t what was creepy about him. It was the way he acted. Apparently his girlfriend had just broken up with him, so I was trying to comfort him by telling him he was a good guy and it probably wasn’t his fault. His father was there, and the guy’s deformities made him very small like the size for a 1 year old.

So most of the dream was me trying to comfort him, but then things got a little weird. He was in his wheelchair and was behind me like messing with my hair and saying things about getting married. I jumped up and was like “What?” Then the father said something about waiting for marriage…

Then I was running away towards a housing development yelling “I’m not marrying him!” Then I woke up.

…creepy.

I haven’t remembered much of my dreams lately.

This morning I woke remembering the “feelings” associated with my dream, but nothing particular in terms of details… However I did remember something about a battery pack coming in a package with a hand held whisk…

In other news closing on the new house is July 16th, only three weeks away, say whaaaa? I can’t wait to just move in. We’ve been looking at/for bulldog puppies… so cute… T-T and the wedding was only half as awkward as everyone thought it was going to be… huzzah.

It’s just hard to be “truly” happy for someone who says they don’t like you because you don’t… “have money”. When honestly, you can’t have that much money if your parents had to take a second mortgage out on their house to pay for your $10,000 wedding… juss sayin’….

Nic always tells me I should write a book of my dreams, and what better way than to first document them in my blog. xD

Since we were house hunting so diligently I think I have houses on the brain. Last night I had a dream that we were being shown a house. Only it was more like an oversized apartment, which is weird in itself. As we were going through the house I realized this house had 4 kitchens. Why a house/over sized apartment would need an equal room to kitchen ratio is beyond me. I distinctly remember that one was a “kitchenette”, not that it made it any less of a kitchen. So weird.

The other weird part of my dream was that I was in “someone’s” house, but it was partially outside. But, whatever, in the dream realm it made total sense. Yesterday I was watching some show about celebrity curses and deaths. Bizarre! Anyway they talked about how Chris Farley was addicted to living his life in excess. Too much eating, drinking, doing drugs and indulging in prostitutes. Why am I telling you this? because it’s the only way I think why I would dream this.

So I dream that while in this person’s house, by the way I don’t even think in my dream I really knew who it was. I was doing some kind of drug, but it involved me taking some of my blood and then IV’ing it back into my own arm…. SO WEIRD. At some point my mom comes in and starts yelling and I run away. o.O wtf? LOL

This is so weird because I hate needles and getting blood work done… The idea of stuff being insert into your skin… or eyes… or whatever skives me out big time. >.<

And that’s the basis of the dream.