All right, so it's a few days after Thanksgiving, and we've got our christmas music picked out. I'm terribly distraught-Neither Frank Sinatra or the Mormons made it in. I've been sleeping really poorly and having totally bizare dreams. Two nights ago, I dreamed about John. We were both older, but somehow I was older than him. He'd thrown his girlfriend out of his car into the rain, and I completly upbradied him, but then ruffled his hair and said I still loved him. The night after that, I dreamed that we were on this family trip turned deadly, and people were after us. We ended up in a posh hotel and had to do dives into the pool to survive. Last night, I was in some kind of relationship with someone that was either Draco Malfoy's older brother or Eric's older brother, and he reminded me a wee bit of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. All I really remeber was his dark hair, his height, his eyes, and the fact that my parents couldn't stand him. (Update) Then, that dream morphed into something about mice. They all had letters on their backs, and they spelled TRAP, then HERE, finally AND HERE. All the mice stampeded the exit, but some didn't make it out. I woke up after that, and couldn't get back to sleep, even though I was dead tired. I haven't got enough sleep for a long time. My mom mentioned sleeping pills, which kind of scared me. I'm still a minor, I don't want to take sleeping pills!

I've recently started a dream journal. This is the online posting of it. Starting a few days ago, these are my dreams. Once I've got caught up, I'll do a day a post, but for now I'm archiving. I'm not condeming or judging myself, this is objective.

Dream One

I'm in the "wild wild west" with my QB team. I beleive the "girl that he wants to" is in it, as a prostitute. She starts plying her trade. He puts his arm around me and tells her we don't need her to do that. We went to sleep on mats. (Platonic sleep, don't get ideas) I woke up with the strongest feeling I've had in a long time of being safe and loved. I remeber being suprised in the dream when he put his arm around me, looking up at him, and then snuggleing a little closer and feeling his arm tighten around me in response. It was a good dream.

dream two or so

I think this was at least two dreams, but I don't know where the dreams stopped and started, so I'll do them all together. It was regionels, and we were waiting to preform. We were in the basement of my church, in the nursery. We were standing in a circle, holding hands, swaying back and forth and singing marching band songs. I think two people were missing, not sure who. I remember it being perfect. There was vandalism in the nursurey, including one slogan "School soooooocks." Then, I was trying to get up the stairs, but I couldn't do it. I might have been holding Quinn. I was standing right behind my dad, I think, and aksed him for a hand, desperatly. He ignored me, and I slipped. Not sure if I fell in the end or made it up.

dream three

I was at a Chinese resteraunt, and the food was really good. I was worried that there was lobster in the food. I helped the daughter of the shop owner escape with the boy next door

dream four

I can't really read what I wrote for this dream, or understand what it means. I'll type the keywords I have, but that's all I remember

pond with mermaid
movie/site (something illegible)
glass table
trust
bag of stuff
(something illegible)

dream five

I was at a linkin park concert, with Mike. They were really bad. I was going to get a shirt, but I didn't, because I didn't like them

dream six

Some complicated Robert Jordan/LotR/Harry Potter cross-over. It was an elaborate battle, with I beleive Lan in charge. I know there was a lot more than this, but I don't really remember much beyond a scene where some rider rides into a courtyard. Someone (Aragorn?) asks, desperatly, "Where's Boromir?" Fred asks, just as desperatly, "Where's George?"

dream seven

I was going somewhere, and someone discovored that Violet was a boggart. I then wrote cough, not sure why. I was in a school, and there were pictures of the teachers on sports teams on the wall. Mr. Smythe was there, on a wrestling team. He was in the center of the pic and looked like he was having fun. Then, I entered into a room full of children around various 1st though 3rd markers, and a bunch of band instruments, including one I htink I made up. It was called a double reed and appropriatly had a double reed, but that was about it. Beyond the reed, there was a few inches of barrel, and then the instrument stopped.

dream eight

I was in a library, and I was poison. I made people want to do bad things. A librarian spit water at me. I had my mom take me home.

From now on, I'll do a day/page.