Friday, February 29, 2008

I want you to want me
I hate this computer. I can't comment anyone.



I need to stop sleeping. I'm just going to share the dream I had last night

I walked into the kitchen and the cabinets we leaking water. I started to frantickly clean up the water when I reaized it was all in my head. So I walk out into the living room and I'm facing the t.v. with my back toward the hallway. The t.v. is off and I'm looking at my reflection in it and that's when I see what looks like a little boy standing behind me. I turn around and run to my parents room but as I'm running I felt weighed down. I get to the room and start tell my dad that we got to leave this house. I'm going crazy, there's something wrong. We have to leave! But all he says is "Jessica there's nothing wrong with you. We're not leaving" and by now I'm crying in protest and trying to tell him we have to leave. I then woke up.
I don't like having these dreams because in them I have this unexplainable feeling of terror and I wake up feeling like that. The other night I woke up to what felt like someone touching my shoulder but no one was in the room. I thought it was one of the cats but non of them were in there. I told my dad this and shockingly he said the same thing happened to him the night before. He also experienced and mysterious wind in his bedroom (yes the windows were closed). Turns out my mom also has a story. few days ago she was the only one in her room watching t.v. when she said it felt like someone had sat on the bed.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008

We have reached the end of forever
june 26-29 star wars weekend at MGM


I had a really weird dream last night. There was something evil in my house I was trying to convince everyone to get out but no one would listen to me. So I just start screaming at the top of my lungs and still they wont listen. I can't really remember what happened next but there was something coming down the hallway but no one else saw it.
I remember having this type of dream alot when I was little and I'm starting to have them again.
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Friday, February 15, 2008

My sock has a hole
And you can see the freckle on the bottom of my foot


My brother and I went to go pick up my dog'a ashes yesterday and today I found that someone stole my painting out of the art room. Those hookers!
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