Apparently, I'm having twins.

Just not anytime soon.

I've had a good week in dreams. I can actually remember a lot of them, which is rare. Jordan used to always ask me what I was dreaming and for the longest time I couldn't recall any of them. I can recall 3 dreams from the last few nights. First, I dreamt I had twins; a boy & a girl. They both had the huge brown eyes that I had when I was a baby. The little girl had some kind of weird growth on her tiny hand that we were getting removed the following week. We were living in the upstairs room of someone's craftsman style home. I think it was a relative because I didn't feel awkward or intrusive. I remember feeling ecstatic that I had the babies, but also a slight twinge of disappointment because I've never planned for twins. I've always wanted one baby that I can devote 100% of my love and attention to. That's all I can remember from that one.

The next one was a party. I was out with my dad and our family driving around Los Angeles. We had finished up doing something (indoor kart racing I think) and they wanted me to go back to Dora's for some kind of after-party, just the adults. I told them I had to go home and change but that I'd show up later that night. I went home, picked up Nat, and the 2 of us showed up at aound 12:30 am. Somehow the family party turned into one of those cliche youngster parties with trashy drunk girls using their "intoxication" to act like lesbians and throw themselves at medicore frat boys. Gag. I was the babysitter because I apparently knew half of those psuedo lesbians. I walked around taking pictures and when THE Perez Hilton showed up nobody noticed. It was super random. But yeah, that's where it ended.

The third one was weird. It was one of those dreams that you have to interpret because there's no sense of reality involved at all. You know, the walking-down-a-long-dark-hallway-esque dreams? Kind of like that but I was wandering around a really pretty field with grass that grew to just above my head. I knew someone was following me but it didn't bother me. It gave me this eerie sense of security knwoing that if I fell and broke my ankle there was someone around to help. It was really peaceful. Slow motion, too, I think. It gets fuzzier everytime I think of it.

Wow, reading these back I realize that dreams are really not as interesting unless you're the one who dreamt it. Meh. Too late. Happy dreaming, twunts!

"Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world." -Charles Dickens