Sunday, September 29, 2002
It's late I know, but I felt the need to type. Type the raging storm inside of me down. well, I didn't tell you about last night's dreams.
I dreamed that it was ST tour, and i still liked Tod. We had a plane instead of a bus. Only the seat were just like the bus, and there were seatbelts, but no one was wearing them. My Mom was flying the plane. She was trying to take off from a steep Swiss hill. She almost ran over a dude on a motercycle. I think that nuns helped her take off, but I'm not sure. I turned around in my seat (I was rather in the front) and caught Tod's eyes.
Next Dream:
In my backyard, the sprinkler was going. I went out to surf on the boards on top of two sawhorses. I surfed into a big pile of snow. then i woke up.
ttyl (type to ya lata)
I dreamed that it was ST tour, and i still liked Tod. We had a plane instead of a bus. Only the seat were just like the bus, and there were seatbelts, but no one was wearing them. My Mom was flying the plane. She was trying to take off from a steep Swiss hill. She almost ran over a dude on a motercycle. I think that nuns helped her take off, but I'm not sure. I turned around in my seat (I was rather in the front) and caught Tod's eyes.
Next Dream:
In my backyard, the sprinkler was going. I went out to surf on the boards on top of two sawhorses. I surfed into a big pile of snow. then i woke up.
ttyl (type to ya lata)
