HAHA THIS DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT. I was back on my roadtrip and someone was like, let's go to the mall! So we're driving and driving and somehow the mall is in PORTLAND OREGON?? And Portland is up a windy, mountainy, snowy as hell mountain that I'M DRIVING ON (please to note I've never seen snow, much less driven in it, I'm kind of terrified just thinking about it). We make it all the way up the mountain where there's this huge mansion-like cabin and this weird creepy family that lives there. For real, one of the sons walked in on me when I was changing my shirt, wtf.

But the BEST PART is that we sit down to watch Supernatural and, you know, in typical dream fashion you're supposedly watching it on TV or something, but in your head you're actually watching it happen as if it's right in front of you. ANYWAY, Sam was absent, but Dean had this full-on, mountain man ginger beard going on, and something happened, I can't remember what, and he enlists the help of... wait for it... HANNAH MONTANA. And then at the end, he turns to her and he says in the most serious of seriousness, "Thanks, Montana."

AHAHAHSD;LKFALJS GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

My mom and I share this love of going to the beach when it's being affected by a hurricane, so we went down to Clearwater beach today. )

My cousins are having a little get-together tomorrow afternoon that I'd like to stop by at, but if I do I can't stay there that long because I've got a freaking 4:45am-1:15 shift Tuesday morning. It's bad enough that I have to do this, but the fact that it's severly cutting into my social life this much (because, you know, I'm gonna try to be in bed by like, EIGHT PM) is killing me with stupid. I am so, so not getting paid enough to do this.
Ohhh yeeeaaahh, pretty much had this dream last night about Dark Angel AHAHAH. We were at this place where it was crawling with people, and some of them were playing soccer on a concrete ground, and me and Alec were like, "AWESOME," and we played, but I kept tripping because the ground was concrete. I DON'T KNOW. And then something happened, I can't remember, but me, Alec, Max (Jessica Alba you are NOT ALLOWED in my dreams ever again, okay?), and some other people of whom I had NO idea were wandering around this facility, and then! We open a door just in time to see Normal die! Strangled, or something, I think. And then dream!self was like, "Huh, I'm not too shattered by this, really, but if I cry hard enough maybe someone will ~*~comfort~*~ me." And so I BAWLED, and what do you know, Alec took me in his arms and I smooshed my face in his chest. And that was the extent of that. But guys! I am devious in my dreams! This is kind of amazing.

We were going to take my parents to see Transformers tonight, but just as we got to the theater, a huuuuge storm came through and knocked out all the damn power at the theater! WHAT THE HELL. I was, and am still, pretty disappointed. I mean, Transformers, okay, I think I had a right to be. Augh.

I played around with an iPhone today at the Apple store and I want one really really bad now omg. It is so PRETTY.

I still have no idea if I'm going to the Deathly Hallows midnight thingy. I get out of work at 11:30, I don't think I have anyone to go with, I won't be able to each crack it open until after 4:00 the next day because I have to WORK all friggen' morning, so, argh. I suppose I should, just because it'll be the LAST TIME EVER. I am so sad, you guys. :(((

Please someone tell me WHY must I like h/c so much. An;alskdjas. :(!
Last night I dreamed that this crazy psycho older scary looking woman was chasing me and The Boy Who Lived (though it could have been Dan in his costume OKAY FINE) through this very old, very huge house. I don't know why. We had done something, but even in the dream we were confused as to what. Every time I have running!hiding!dreams I'm intensely scared. Man, that lady was scary. Anyway. We make our way out of the house and outside is some jungle-ish/forest and we're running, but she's just a few paces behind. In front of us we see a rusty old fence. Suddenly, Boone pops out of nowhere and is like, "Come on! Come on! Just jump over!" So we do, and as Boone tries to jump over the fence he snags himself really hard on the gross, rusty fence. Blood's coming out everywhere, etc. Horrified, we asked if he was alright, and he says he doesn't think so. Somehow, with in the matter of 3 minutes, someone samples his blood to see if it's been infected with the rust (ahaha) and chemicals on the fence (???) and whatnot. We get the grave news that yes, his blood is contaminated, and yes, he will die.

And, lo, it became canon in my head, and that's how it was, until I woke up. After I woke up I was perplexed and contemplated on how freaking hot Boone was in my dream, and how very close to me he was.

AND NOW I AM VERY SAD AND WANT TO CRY LIKE I DID OVER LAST WEEK'S EPISODE.

There should be a limit on my computer so I can't post past a certain time. Uh.



Hello, I have another cyst/clogged saliva gland/whatever the doctor called it in the inside of my bottom lip. Another doctor's appointment for me! Are my parents going to freak and make me have surgery this time? How exciting.

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