I just thought I should mention my dream last night. I was walking to Barnes and Noble for the signing (By the way, I have no idea what the area looks like...) and I made sure I was going to be there at a good time. I had forgotten something. I don't remember what or where, but I have to turn around. As I did, a herd of fangirls with ear-piercing screams ran toward me, knocked me down and left me on the sidewalk. Then I blacked out. The next part of my dream isn't really interesting. I just wake up as a Civil War nurse and get my arms blown off--but I'm still alive. And it was in black & white.
I guess it wasn't as wierd as the dream I had in Spanish. Honestly, I can speak Spanish fairly well, but dreaming in spanish it's just odd. I could understand what I, my sister, and the characters of the Spanish Grand Theft Auto were saying. Manuel will return home! AYE AYE! Hehe
Shari Lewis: Did you ever wish upon a star?
Lamb Chop: I once asked Mr. Rogers for his autograph.
Updated On: 1/28/06 at 06:18 PM