Ugh. I had an awful dream. It was very long and detailed; had a story going on before and after it that were also related, but the basic gist of it is that I fell asleep and didn't wake up for five years. It was depressing, wandering around and seeing everyone changed; my little sister was all grown up, etcetera... and I was 23 years old with those past five years completely wasted, and nothing to show for my age when most people come out of college. Sadly, nobody seemed as emotional to see me again as I was to see them.
And oddly, I thought of you guys. I'd wanted to write a retelling of the exciting things that happened just before I'd gone to sleep (The fire, the treasures, the tornado, the jerk I hogtied with an old lady's clothesline and masking tape), but I was tired and had figured I'd tell you in the morning. Then came 'morning' and it was five years later; I wasn't sure if I'd even know you guys anymore. Would this site still be here? Would any of you have your same e-mail adresses or the same hangouts, or IM's? The internet is so impermanent. I thought at least I'd be able to send a letter to Kara; even if she wasn't living at home anymore, her parents could save the letter for her or re-send it...
I spent most of that dream horribly depressed; I now discovered that my little 'coma' was due to some nervous disorder, and it would only get worse and I'd eventually lose motor skills. I was mad at my mom, wondering why she hadn't woken me up; couldn't she shock me out of it or something? Turns out there was a doctor who could do that, but he was very expensive and in New York, and they needed to stay put. So I'd stayed where I crashed for five years... in a sleeping bag on the grass.
That was a major self pity dream. -__-