September 12, 2005

• Hm... so I had another dream that I was going to die again.  Although I woke up before I actually died, thankfully.  A hurricane was coming. (of course that makes sense)  Aaaand I was frantically in search of a um... oh what do you call it.  Scuba.. oxygen tank.  Yeah.  lol, like that'd help.  But yeah most of the dream was everyone going nuts... lots of people leaving... the people left to run the stores asking twice the price... my stealing credit cards to get money... no vehicle, so having to hitch onto the back of cars or run or something to get around.  Adventurous, as usual.  It was fun, come to think of it.  Besides the fact I was completely scared out of my mind.  I thought rationally, though.  But anyway, I was in a room at one point... these guys had a scuba tank thingy and wouldn't give it to me.  I said, "You know it's your fault I'm going to die."  and left the room.  Then someone came out of the room and I said a few words and there was a tearful goodbye.  Hm... maybe I should give dreams more credit than I do.  I swear.. my subconsious is screaming at me about something... if only I could fully understand it.  It supposed to mean that something is dying inside of you if you dream you're dying.  I don't think that's good.  Twice now?  Within like... what... a month or two?  Something like that.  Something isn't right.. and I feel that way, too. 

  
  

  Besides that, we got third last competition.  Close score... BOA judging.. I'm not worried.

  
  

  "...I'm going to die."  - yet again.

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