Whoa...last night I had the craziest dream. Usually my dreams have absolutely no logic, and aren't too detailed...and they aren't memorable at all. Oh...and they're short. The longest ones...I have no idea about actual time...but they don't las that long. Just long enough for me to get chased by Dracula for a good scare, then it's over. But this one....it was so vivid. Yikes! And...it was logical. I had my mind throughout the dream just as I have it in real life. The course of the dream ran sort of like a novel. The beginning was just like regular day life, to introduce all the characters and set the mood and the setting. My life was considerably different than it is now. It was kind of like I was living a different life. I was actually older than I am now, and my family and I lived in the mountains, and my parents worked at two places: a condo place, and a hotel...a huge hotel. They were only a couple of miles apart, and our parents alternated where they worked each day. My sister and I had a room in the hotel to live in, and we spent a lot of time with the other kids that lived there. We decided one day to go over to the condo we owned, just for some walking fun and stuff. And there were kids my age, and a lot of kids younger than me. My sister was there too. We drove (in my car, a 96 purple Ford Escort) the couple of miles to the condo, and decided to write some songs for fun. I don't remember what the lyrics were...but I remember that I mythodically wrote the lyrics, making sure they rhymed, and everything. Then, after that, we decided to walk back. It would make me walk back to the condo tomorrow, and I'd get some exercise (Walking in the mountains was TEDIOUS) So we were walking back.
Now for some background information. We lived in a small town. Almost everybody knew everybody. That's the way things were. And recently, bad things had been happening. There was a mass murderer in town. He was killing people...with a knife. He'd raped and killed several women, and also had killed several men. No one knew who he was. No one knew what he wanted. But everyone was scared. People had been murdered at our hotel! And this person...whoever he or she was, just kept getting away with it.
Well, we were walking by the YMCA when a person we knew came speeding by in a dark bluish/greenish Ford Taurus. He was usually a really good driver, and it looked like he was trying to get away from something. Then, this guy in a blood red SUV came speeding by. The guy in the Taurus put on his turn signal, and turned really fast onto another street. The red SUV followed.
I didn't have to have anyone tell me what was going on. I knew it. And when we got back to the hotel, we heard that the guy in the Taurus had been murdered. The police wouldn't buy our evidence, though. Just because there were two cars speeding on the street didn't mean that the red car was going to murder the guy in the Taurus. For crying out loud! This guy was going to get off again! And we knew he'd be coming back to the hotel. Just knew it. We huddled in fear in our room, checking the windows to see if the blood red SUV was coming back.
Ah! My mom needs her computer...so I'll finish this dream laterz.

Wow...I just started my brand new blog. This is some fun. Thanks for telling me about it, Josie! So I get to talk about my life now...that's gotta be interesting. Today I woke up at 10:28 and I had to babysit at 10:45, so I was kind of running late and it was crazy. Babysitting is fun...and I had a ton of kids today, so it was insanity...and I love insanity. After babytitting, I came home and I wanted to go to the bookstore, but my parents told me that I couldn't go anywhere cuz it snowed, and they thought I'd get into an accident. Shows how much condidence they have in me. Then, my good friend Dustin called and asked if I wanted to go to the movies with our group of friends. I was surprised there was actually a time that Dustin could go do something, because he works practically 24-7 and I really wanted to go. But I asked my dad...and OMIGOD! I would get a ride with Dustin, a GUY! Absolutely not, was his answer. I'd get into an accident. Dustin would do wrong things to me in his car. Blah, blah, blah. I was so mad, but he just yelled at me and would not budge. AaaahhHh! What does he think this is? He gets to build a freaking wall around me just cuz he passed his genes on to me? I don't think so. I'm sixteen years old, and he still thinks I'm like five or something. One of these days, I'm just gonna do my own thing, regardless of what he says. And why shouldn't I? I'm a human being, and I should be able to go out to the movies with my friends, even if they are guys (and he should trust me to select friends that are decent enough not to rape me) and do what I want so long as it doesn't get me killed or neglect me from my responsibilities. Uh! I should do it now, he's just practically guarding the door to make sure I'm here....