I don't like dreams. I don't like tornadoes. I don't like dreams including tornadoes. Yet I always manage to be scared shitless at night because tornadoes always find their way into my dreams. Like last night. I was on my computer outside it seemed, and I was commenting on Jess's myspace about a tornado that was going to be hitting her area. There was a tornado off in the distance I could see from where I was sitting, but I paid no attention to it and went on doing whatever I was doing on my computer. I was just about to post the comment on Jess' page when the tornado hit me and blew me and my laptop over. After like, 2 seconds it seemed it was gone and <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~nevadinova>Liz</a> appeared and we were talking about our broken laptops. I started to walk around trying to find a way out because it seemed I was in a plane that had crashed during the tornado now. Everyone was dead. The pilots were hanging from restraints or something. Dead. I went to a lower level and more dead people. Everywhere.
Then I woke up. I was hoping for it to be like, 5 or 6 so I could just get up and avoid going back to sleep. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I was afraid to go back to sleep because I was scared I was going to resume that dream. It was 1:45. I had the image of dead people in my head for a half hour, desperately trying to keep myself from going back to sleep. I reached over and turned on the radio in hopes that "Rich Girl" would keep me awake. Anything to keep me away from that dream. I eventually fell asleep. I didn't keep dreaming about that though, thank god.
Hmmm. I guess I'm more afraid of tornadoes than I thought I was...
Today was my last day of driving. YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS. I hated that part of drivers ed. Jklj;ajsdfldsj.
I have to babysit tonight. I hate babysitting. I seem to hate a lot of things.
This entry is long enough.... bye!