I'm sitting here, my hair dripping wet, in my PJs and I'm lonely... Dad and I are the only ones up, but he's reading his paper so I'm sitting here writing this. I had a very staragne dream the past couple of nights and I just don't get it. Here's one: my mom and I were at this place... kinda like a hotel, but it wasn't really. It had alot of floors and rooms, but it didn't have any stairs or elevators. The floors sloped up and around the building so that as you walked, you went higher in the building. My mom and I walked for a while, passing through different areas of the "hotel". We passed a bunch of men speaking or arguing in a foreign language, we passed a hospital like area, and still we kept going. Our room was on the very top. Once we got there, mom went somewhere, so I went exploring. I wandered around and eventually ended up in the hospital part of the place. I heard screaming from a woman straining to give birth, and I heard moaning from another room. It wasn't really a place I wanted to stay... and then I woke up, end of dream....
would write more, but I gotta go get ready for church. TTYL!
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